The adventure I'm about to describe happened in late spring of 2000 when Jon took me to the South of France for a two-week holiday. * Unlike most of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't tell me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 weeks notice of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the Hair Salon where I...
CHANGE OF RULES - Part Two By Hotprof1973 First off, thanks to rnebular for once again taking the time to edit and give suggestions to improve this story. When I initially wrote which is now "Part One" to this story, I thought it was over. In my mind, a line was crossed that my main character could not get past, so end of marriage. I've mentioned before, l...
Melissa and Mark had now been together for well over twelve months. I guess their initial sexual excitement had waned a little, even as Mark had become increasingly acquainted with Mel's incredibly responsive breasts. 'Squeeze' for him meant much more than having a steady girlfriend, or having unfettered access to a comely waist that he could embrace whene...
You walk through the doors. Excited to begin your first day as part of the Mixed Wrestling Federation. You walk up to the desk where a receptionist is waiting for you. "Hello, How can I help?" She asks "Hi my name is (Insert your name). I'm here for to sign up for the Mixed Wrestling Federation" "Ahhh yes" she said, "We got...
Kirsty stared out at the fjord. Its sheer beauty took her breath away. The water were relatively still this morning, not the choppy waves of the storms. But it was the way that the majestic peaks of rock rose almost straight out of the blue water and how green vegetation, mostly grasses and low shrubs, hung stubbornly to the sides of those rocks, except for...
While Maddington had rumours of certain curses, like breasts coming to life, or even penises, there were a few lesser known curses. Curses that may be bestowed upon those unfortunate, or fortunate depending on one’s perspective, where they no longer have control over their own feet. Where they are taken, and what happens to the individual afflicted, only the...
This little tale follows the actions related in 'What are friends for?' The story, however, stands alone and you don't need to have read that one to make sense of this. Enjoy! * When Milly woke in the Clarks' guest room she was still smiling from her dream. She stretched languidly in the bed, glancing at the bedside clock. Seven-fifteen. Candy had said, 'd...
Steve had thought that he'd have a quiet Saturday afternoon to himself. The house was empty. His wife had gone shopping with friends, the boys were out with their mates and Kirsty had to go to the library to complete the paper she had to write. She'd hoped not to go, but found she was missing some information at the last minute and so had to make a quick das...
It was 4 o' clock in the afternoon. The pub was empty except for a handful of people. I was polishing glasses when a beautiful woman walked in and sat in the stool front of me. She had a slender figure and chocolate brown hair with ice blue eyes and luscious red lips. I could tell she was sad and had just been crying because her cheeks were kind of pink, so...
Kirsty smiled as she watched Monika swing on her play set. The day was chilly and a bit grey. Those dark clouds over head were just another reminder of him...and last night. She dropped her head and toyed with a blade of tall brown grass. Even that would be gone soon, hidden under the white of snow, she mused. Breakfast this morning had been tense to say t...