Yverette walked across the room to her daughter Yvette's bedroom with the moonlight streaming through the open window, watching the gentle sway of the white lace curtains moving in the light night breeze. Well, Yverette didn't actually walk; ghosts dont have a corporal mass to press against the polished wood of the floor, nor even the beautiful Marian Dorn a...
Note about the author: English is not my first language, in fact, it is not even my second language, I'm bilingual, and English is neither of those languages. So spelling and grammar are what they are. Idioms, phrases, etc., probably are used strangely, since the language and culture are foreign to me. Disclaimer: This story is not intended for people unde...
Rachel sat up in bed, did she really do that with Monica or was it all a dream she wondered. As she stood up she heard the sound of running coming from Monica's bathroom, she walked over and opened the door to see Monica washing herself, it struck Rachel that she'd never realised before yesterday how beautiful her friend was. Just watching Monica rub her sel...
A little tale of a sexy older Frenchwoman gently dominating a young male passenger with her incredibly educated and muscular legs! I usually get bored on long flights, and I fly long-distance a lot in my business in the web design world. I'm lucky that way, and young enough at 25 to have the energy for it. This flight, this was different. I sat across from...
PS: as usual from my lawyer: names, places, incidents are all fictional and used for entertainment purposes only. Any similarity is purely coincidental and unintended ... blah blah blah, enjoy the show folks! ******************** "Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" Adam thought franticly as he hid behind a pallet of tile clutching the department phone to his chest. The ba...
Paris, 1952 ‘I am so glad that you could come today, Mon Amie…’ Henriette smiled at me as she sipped her wine. She had invited me to stay for a week at her flat. ‘I’ve wanted you to meet Marie for ages…’ I sat trying not to stare at Henriette’s beautiful friend. Marie had wavy auburn hair and the most luminous green eyes I’d ever seen. She smiled at me, wa...
I majored in "Visual Arts" in university and took my mandatory drawing class, in the first semester. The class was taught by a guest Prof. from France, Elena Mannon. She was unlike our other instructors in that she would yank the pen or conte crayon from your hand and demonstrate an idea all over your work or scribble out your attempts and demand you start a...
I was a very shy young man. I was in the Air Force and had been sent to Germany for a 3 year tour. I was scared of girls, scared of looking a fool when I talked to them so I took the easy way out and didn't. Germany was a great time, tax free booze, very social, legalised brothels/strip clubs etc. Our squadron used to visit West Berlin reasonably regularly,...
Author's Note: Thanks, as always, for the encouragement and patience of those of you still reading. I had in mind this chapter from the very beginning, but really struggled with the right words to say to bring it to life. I haven't decided whether I'll write more chapters, but as I've come to really love what Claire and Sebastien have together, I'm sure I'll...
Note: Another thank you for the everlasting patience of my readers. This is still not yet the last installment - it's been quite difficult with writer's block and my new job. But! Rehearsal has started up again, so.... On a different note, I am thinking of doing a revision of this story (all 7 chapters) and I would love to get some constructive feedback (vi...