Mrs. Crow was the local slag; most people knew it; some deemed to talk to her others avoided her like the plague. Most men admired her secretly; many would have just loved a turn between the sheets with her but dare not admit it. Like most slags Mrs. Crow did not care what anybody thought of her, in fact she was fearless and outspoken, her one and only fear...
It is not surprising that so many stories—adventure, comic and creepy—have been written about the railways and railway stations. We have the delightful "The Railway Children' by E Nesbit; then there are Arthur Conan Doyle's stories about the master detective Sherlock Holmes, which would just not be the same without the call for a 'Special'; and one of Dicke...
Marty was such a sweet guy, but so painfully shy. He’d moved in next-door 3 months ago and in all that time had uttered no more than a couple of words and only when I spoke to him first. He had this cute little way of dipping his head into his shoulder and never making eye contact. Marty was quite a handsome man. He was about 6’ tall, with dark blonde hair...
Kiran and Priya settled into the new routines over the next few days. Kiran stripped off the first thing when he came home. Priya snuck into his apartment at different times trying to catch him with some clothes on thereby giving her an excuse to punish him but Kiran never gave her a chance. Once she was in, she went to the sofa, and turned the TV on while h...
I take one last trip around the block before I approach the heavy black metal doors of the club, surreptitiously glancing around to catch anyone who might see where I'm going. Pushing inwards, my anxiety skyrockets as I find myself in a dingy little vestibule with a coat check window and a set of double doors slightly ajar. Purple light and music pass throug...
Normally, I didn't check my personal email at work. My boss said he didn't monitor communications, but I didn't trust him. It was a Friday night, my girlfriend was out of town, and I didn't have anything to do. I was feeling a little lonely and was hoping my girlfriend sent a message saying she missed me. I scrolled down the inbox looking for her email addr...
Many moons ago while I was doing a publicity shoot for a local horse show I met a photographer named Harry. Since that time I've done zillions of jobs for him. He likes me because I'm fairly tall and skinny and flat and available all summer. I mean available for photography shoots. Being fairly tall and skinny and flat are all big in modelling and his custom...
All of the torches and oil lamps in Isabella's castle were lit up for the party. Exuberance and lust filled the air. The Mistresses and Goddesses were adorned in resplendent, sexy, tight fitting dresses. The naked male servants massaged their feet and served them wine and hors d'oeuvres. Isabella required that all slaves at the party not wear their chastity...
In 1958 Bess Armstrong was 18 years old. She lived in a small town in the mid-west. It was one of those towns that had one of everything, one police station, one main street, one library, one public school, the type of place where nothing really happens and life seems stalled in a mundane limbo. Bess really hated it there, she felt like she just didn't fit i...
*** The Ride *** Valerie leaned over the top of her bike's handle-bars to attack the steep San Francisco hill. Her legs and lungs burned from the climb. This was the hardest part of her Saturday ride, but with each labored push the stress from her week washed away. As she approached a cross street a SFPD officer put his hand up and signaled for her to st...