Days Twenty-Six and Twenty-Seven: Exercise. Next morning my period started, and I just had time to insert one of the prison-issue tampons before the call came for slopping-out. Our clean clothes had still not arrived, so wearing only our prison sandals we lugged the bucket out into the corridor, and joined the tens of other naked women in the queue. There w...
Maxie and her friends in The Scene decided to keep Helen off balance so the next contact was the following Tuesday instead of Wednesday as Helen might have been expecting. Max knew Helen's routine so she knew where she would be and was able to direct the contact accordingly. After doing the morning school run Helen had gone to the church where she had some...
The Pig's Ass porter's taste is bitter. Violent convulsions drive through my tongue and down my throat with the warm creamy brown flood. The Porter, causes reflection of a meal at a Tarbert's guest house years before . We were there eating the local offering of steak pie. It cried for a drink that matched it. The only brew offered came from the local pub. Th...
I suppose I could be described as an ordinary sort of guy – not bad-looking, but no film-star, either, and, in my mid-thirties, although I'd never admitted it up until then, I had an awful lot to learn about sex. My wife had left me for somebody else, but I never had that much difficulty finding other women – didn't even have to try very hard, living in Lond...
The sickle moon shall fell theeIf the Mere's waters touch theeFor Shokushu will take thee The Mere seemed as old as time itself. Older than the town, older than the fields and forest, older still than the very hills themselves. When this world had yet to be formed, a desolate rock in a desolate corner of a desolate universe, perhaps the Mere was already the...
I awakened that day to an early morning sun warming my skin and the sounds of birdsong drifting into my cell. A steaming cup of dandelion root and young nettle tea had been placed on the floor near my head and the shade raised, so I lingered a moment in the sunlight stretching slowly, stiffly, before rising. My nipples throbbed dully as I gently sipped the h...
"You almost got the carpet." I yell through the door. I hear through the wall the faucet turn back off. I lock the sliding door to keep his muddy feet from following me in. The air conditioned house feels too cold against my naked wet body. The refrigerator does not help as I open it. I retrieve egg salad sandwiches, what's left of a chicken-bacon-pasta sa...
Chapter 7: Reaffirming Love As Junie was cleaning up from breakfast, Donna spoke to Bob, "You are on your own for a while this afternoon. Both Junie and I are going into town." Junie looked up from the sink, her eyes questioning, and she asked, "We are?" "Yes, we are going to get our hair done." Bob laughed and ran his hand over his unkempt thatch of...
The author expresses his great appreciation to Sloopb for editing this story. Due to his corrections and comments the story became much better. V. Looking for Love Check under Your Nose Author's Note: the fifth story from "The Island" series which cleaves the Maria's world in "before" and "after". _________________________________________________________...
As she stripped in the hall, He came out of his study to observe. He leant on the door jamb with folded arms and a wry smile, his eyes tracing the fading purple bruises that striped her bottom. A week ago she would have felt shame at such scrutiny – at being naked before him. What a difference a week had made. Poor shy Claire hid in the cupboard with the clo...