I am sitting in a bar waiting for Mia to arrive, but how did I get here? Well, we'd been chatting online through a swingers site, and it turned out we were both in the same place at the same time, and we both had some free time. So I suggested we meet up for a drink. I said I would love to be the Vincent Vega to her Mia Wallace. She messages to say she is...
Mia doubted she had ever known love. Yes, she had married, but that had been a disaster. Perhaps the closest she had come was the crush she had on her high school music teacher Mr Cranwell when she was 17 but nothing had ever come of it. Mr C had urged Mia to study music and pursue a career as a teacher which had gone well until she crossed paths with one...
I had been seeing a guy for a few months but it was a complicated situation. We were both married. It wasn't a romantic relationship. We didn't love each other or intend to leave our respective partners for one another. It was about lust, physical and sexual contact. We both understood this and got to know each other's bodies intimately but we never actuall...
I'd had fantasies for years on and off about crossdressing, but I'd written them off as the same kind of fleeting idea like going to the moon, or racing formula one. I'm straight, I like women, but I also like pleasure and don't understand why some things are taboo even if they feel good. But those thoughts are best kept to oneself, at least they were where...
Many thanks to my editor Newell Post. I had intended this as a bit of a poke at the HotWife stories, but as is often the case, my characters had their own ideas. Chapter One - Our Game When he got up to refresh our drinks, I saw a dozen women's eyes follow him, stay on him and follow him back to the table. Those same eyes looked at me with undisguised env...
Alfred Wallace kept normal hours at his church office. He was not surprised when Beth Anderson sheepishly walked into his office. "Hi Beth, how are you?" he said as he stood up to greet her. "Not too well Reverend Wallace," she replied. "Well tell me what I can do to help," Reverend Wallace said. "After our counseling session I felt worse than ever. I wa...
As the crow flies, Jun Kim's house on Woodlake Drive was probably less than ten miles from Stephan Mota's own house, but due to the shape of Lake Lanier along its southern shoreline and the congestion caused by mid-afternoon traffic, it took Mota more than an hour to drive there. Exchanging nothing beyond the standard pleasantries until they had boarded Kim...
"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and the other begins?" -Edgar Allan Poe, "The Premature Burial" *** Wallace dreaded nothing more than being alone in the dark, here of all places. Clarence had the lantern, and although he was an old man he was faster, so Wallace had to run to kee...
The next month flew by. As much as I begged for time to go by slowly, it seemed to fly by faster. I spent my time, reading or watching TV. Hawk took time off from work to help me prepare my case. Mr. Wallace came over a few times but mainly it was just talking about what to say when I was on the stand and to go over what we talked about the night I got arr...
Sean and Mickey continued to discuss their tactics for the rescue as Amanda checked Sean's e-mail and noticed a new message from Bryce Pierre. "Bryce Pierre has sent out an e-mail," she told Sean. Do you want me to read it to you?" "Yeah, let's see what he had to say." Amanda started reading aloud; 'To: All employees of Wallace Enterprises From: Bryce P...