I first met Angelina when she was 20 and I was 10 years older. Her mother was Swiss and her father was English, like me. Everyone called her Angie. She was fairly innocent in my view and didn't even realize how attractive she was. A good figure, based on her height and her school athletics; combined with a pretty face and long brown hair. I was struck by he...
Although some of the content is embellishment, combinations, or outright made up, most of the people, places, and situations in this tale are true. I am therefore telling it in the format of one of THOSE stories that you read here, where the author can only sit down for a little while at a time, releasing the information in multiple short posts. I'll leave...
A short tale. I'm tempted to do a few more little ones like this. No sex at all, so pass on if you need that. Deliberately not too much background build up, as it would spoil the story. Hope you enjoy it --- Especially you Harry (Why do you bother reading my stories Harry if you hate them so much? I suspect you're pretending!) Sorry everyone, please read...
The next morning as she woke it hit her all in one wave. She had blackmailed Jake and made him strip in his office. She gave his clothes to a homeless man. A mixture of fear, excitement and shame filled her. It felt good, but somehow wrong. She had always been the "good" girl making everyone else happy and now she had gone out of her way to hurt him. A part...
“I’ll bet you have a beautiful neck.” Brooke looked up from her affectionately tattered copy of Middlemarch to see a youngish man standing beside her booth. The word metrosexual jumped through her mind. He was handsome enough, well-kempt; hair just so perfectly messy it had to be the result of gobs of hair product, and the leather jacket of the season. He’s...
My friend, Scott, is a tall good-looking guy with dark hair and the gift of gab with women - I wouldn't say he can get any woman he wants, but let's just say his batting average is very high. When we were in our early 20s, we used to go out 3 or 4 nights a week to the local L.A. bars and clubs - Scott was the captain and I was the quintessential wingman. Wh...
I got off the elevator and felt the momentary confusion of being in a strange place. Room 3511. Ah, to the right, about halfway down. I knocked on the door and heard a muffled "just a minute". Slowly the door opened a crack and I heard her say "wait." About four or five seconds later, "Okay, you can come in". Not a very auspicious beginning to someone wh...
Authors cautionary note: Some derogatory terms are going to be used in this; which many people are not going to appreciate and others are going to be offended by. So, if you happen to be one of those namby-pamby individuals in this country, who have developed super-sensitive thin skins over the last half century, you might want to pass on this story. I'm...
Chapter 1 Her face was planted against the window as she watched her husband start the car, with her kids in the backseat. As he backed out of the driveway and sped off she let off a sigh of relief. Finally. She quickly scurried up the stairs from the foyer into their bedroom. She went into her dresser and pulled out her "boyfriend": A modest 6 inch dildo...
Author's note: please don't rate/comment negatively because you hate the idea of a cheating wife. Only rate and comment negatively simply because you found the plot rubbish or whatever. Cheers :) **************************** October 5, 2008. 11:00AM. Warm morning. West-End Street. Man in red coat arguing with woman in blue dress on the sidewalk. Dog kep...