"I'm getting thirsty." "What?" I asked, straining to hear you over the music, "I can't hear you!" Trying to cut through the sound of the dance club, you tell me, "You two just keep dancing, I'm going to get another drink!" And with that, you slip through the throng of people towards the bar, leaving me dancing with Sandrine at the club. It was downtown Par...
elle sais mettre en valeur dans ses leggings (que je sais savourer quand elle ce baisse pour ramasser quelque chose ...) qu'elle porte tout le temps au travail, elle porte le plus souvent un t-shirt assez moulant un leggings et une chemisier par dessus son haut. C'est une femme assez attirante, souriante et joyeuse de vivre, de ce que je sais a en discuter a...
« Joyeux anniversaire, Joyeux anniversaire, Joyeux anniversaire, Jane Joyeux anniversaire ! » Dès que ma mère finit de chanter, je souffle les dix-huit bougies de mon gâteau d’anniversaire. La fumée s’élève vers le plafond de la paisible chaumière où j’ai grandi seule avec ma mère, dont le sourire disparaît dans l’obscurité alors que les dix-huit bougies s’é...
Friends: Deleted Scenes - Just One More Time Ross and Rachel cuddled on the couch, one late evening, watching the last part of a classic movie. The door to Monica's bedroom opened and she walked through the otherwise empty apartment, to the bathroom. "Getting ready for bed, Mon?" Rachel asked. "Yeah, I'm gonna take a nice hot shower. Y'know, work out the...
In the inky dark, with a soft breeze whirring from the HVAC system in the distance, she could almost have been outside. Then came the soft fluttering and rustling of people shifting around, waiting, restless. She was the one they were waiting for. Shutting her eyes, she steeled herself and took a deep breath. Then, her high ethereal voice was filling the the...
Susan was in the kitchen pouring a mug of coffee, decked out in the white sundress of the day before, her pert body startlingly obvious through the shear material. Her eyes were red, she moved slowly, but had a secretive smile on her face that told plenty. I poured a cup of the steaming brew and sat at the table across from her while she filled me in on the...
* * * * * Improvisation, Op. 84, #5, Gabriel Faure Performed and recorded by PostScript (c) 2019 Yamaha Keyboard Best if you have good speakers or a headset on your computer. Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (1.5 min/mp3) * * * * * ~~~* XIII. mai 1689, Versailles, l'Comte et 'son' fils *~~~ It was a beautiful spring day, the weather had...
Note: This is the (really, truly) final chapter of the series. It's possible I might write a few stand-alone vignettes, but I have other works to focus on for now. Thanks once more for all the support and feedback I got during this process. It is all so appreciated! ----- Summer was finally making its presence known in the foggy coastal city where Claire...
Author's Note: I don't routinely read stories in this category because I find the fantasies described in them often differ so greatly from mine (which, incidentally, means recommendations would be great!). So, I don't know much the psychological play out tends to be described by other authors. The two main characters in this story represent real people in my...
I suppose the story should start at the beginning, as all good telling does. My Father passed away when I was a teenager and sadly it meant I had to leave the private school I boarded at. My Mother and I had been completely unaware of the financial problems besetting him and, on reflection, had lived something of a charmed life. This ended in the late spri...