Copyright Nora Quick 2012. As always, I welcome comments and feedback! ______________________________________ "Again!" Morrigan cried and I swiftly turned and brought my sword to my opponent's neck. Faster this time, he dropped his broadsword and cried mercy. My goddess clapped. "Keelin, this is excellent!" I was dripping with sweat. For two years I'd w...
All characters in this story are age 18 or older. * The knock on Olaffsen's door was soft, almost timid. His invitation was the same: "Come!" Hillary Fairchild slinked in, doing her best to make a catwalk out of her two steps in the door. Olaffsen did not crumble before her feminine wiles. "What can I do for you, Miss Fairchild?" Hillary got right to th...
It was an old banger that started the whole sequence. It wasn't my old car, let me tell you that. It was an old heap that my mate had scraped up from somewhere and he'd put in some effort getting it to run, working on the cheap. Working on the cheap meant borrowing my skills as a mechanic to help him. I told him when I first saw the car that he was an idiot....
This story is completely fictional and I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to send any comments or suggestions. I just put on my brand new yellow Staff Event T-shirt getting ready to go to work. I looked up at my wall and started to count. This was my 10th T-shirt since I started my job. You see, I work as an "Errand Boy" for musicians when they perform her...
I tapped my desk in the lecture... the statistics on the screen held absolutely no interest for me. The lecturer was droning on about something or other, a quick glance telling me I knew it all already. Letting my eyes wonder I looked around the room. Most students were furiously writing down notes, tying as hard as they could to keep up with the monotonous...
FIRST MEETING: Roger first met Auntie on the way to the Laundromat one Saturday morning. The large overfilled cloth bag he was dragging along got stuck between banister railings, and Auntie who was coming from the other side of the corridor pulling an equally large bag administered a deft kick to release the bag. "Thanks Auntie," said Roger. "Welcome," sa...
Imagine... We are in a parking garage. It does not matter where, but say that it is at the International Hotel if it helps you to visualise the scene. We have been shooting pictures of you and you are dressed to the nines in a silk necktie, sheer white silk blouse, lacy bustier, tight skirt and stockings on a garter belt. As I lock the cameras in the trunk...
We arrived at our hotel late in the evening, though it was still fabulously warm out. The day and night had been spent together, exploring the new surroundings, though there'd been some small frictions between us along with a little bit of teasing and flirting. I knew I was pushing some buttons, and my slightly cranky state was exacerbating that need to ru...
"You wanna play?" A wide smile brightened your features and your eyes glittered. "I thought you'd never ask." "I want something a little different." Curiosity wrestled with lust to inform your expression. Kinda hard to tell which was winning. "Do tell. A little different, how?" I closed the gap between us until I was right up on you. Too close. Invading...
"Are you going to use up my entire day's supply of givadams?" She asked as I handed her my form for the third time. A patient smile tugged at the sides of her mouth. She was a lovely woman with a body that seemed to be caught somewhere between the enthusiasm of youth and the wisdom of maturity. Even at the late fifties age that I guessed her to be she had so...