This is a follow on from "A Christmas Gift..." This has taken a little bit of writing over the last little while. Apologies for taking so long. It's a continuation from the story of Ben and Clarissa from "A Christmas Gift But Not For Me". ***** I woke with a raging thirst. I had forgotten how the British central heating systems work in winter - not conten...
We still talked as much as ever but I missed her. Just being with her, her fantastic aura and 'joie de vivre'. During one of our late November Skype chats I told her about the upcoming Christmas ball that the school of medicine was running at a very nice hotel on the outskirts of Cambridge. It was a classy event without doubt, this was Cambridge don't forge...
Meghan's POV "Don't say a word," I said as I elbowed him in the ribs. He grunted, then sat down. "Put that away and look at me." He put the ticket back in his wallet and put his phone down. I leaned in, whispering in his ear. "This isn't the time or place. Don't say anything until you have Snake and Dagger alone, this is club business." He nodded, still...
The door slammed so hard that the wall behind my head shook. He was back. He was my boss. He was incredible. He was Marcus Cook and I was utterly besotted with him. Unfortunately for me he was oblivious to my existence. "Meghan, are you still here?" I jumped at my name. "Yes Mr Cook, I will be right in." While he spoke, I watched. I watched his lips. I...
Meghan's sister, Bridget, had always been the more sexual of the two. Meghan's boyfriend, Nick, had initially started coming around to the house more because Bridget would always come home from school in those wonderfully small volleyball shorts: blue mesh with yellow fringes, riding up just enough to expose the slightest hint of her cheeks, supple and perfe...
Jim Danvers sat behind his desk on the third floor. He had been the office manager for the last five years, and the last couple of years had been quite profitable for the company. "Have to congratulate you again Jim, another year, and we've seen nothing but increased revenue streams and productivity from your floor." Charles Vanderholm stood up. The man wa...
It seems like a strange thing to look forward to, but when the news came down that we as a union might strike, I got very excited about what I could do with the time off. Some of the events that happened I could never have dreamed of, but I am so happy that they did happen that I felt the need to write my story. A little background on me. I live in the Alba...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and are 18 years or older; any likeness to any living person is purely coincid...
Ich gab meinem Pilgerkostüm den letzten Schliff und betete, dass Mandy am Ende der Nacht eine neue Mutter haben würde. Alle Männer in der Garage sagten dasselbe: „Marcus, du musst dir eine Frau zulegen, Mandy kommt in das Alter, in dem sie eine Frau braucht, die ihr beim erwachsen werden hilft!“ Verdammt, diese Hosen waren ein bisschen zu eng, sie zeigten me...
I was putting the finishing touches on my pilgrim costume, praying that by the end of the night Mandy would have herself a possible new mommy. All the guys at the garage said the same thing “Marcus you have to get yourself a woman, Mandy is getting to that age when she’ll need a female to help her through life’s changes!” Damn these pants were a tad tight, t...