I was in a crap mood when I dropped onto the busted up bench at the bus stop. I was going to be without a car for about a week and had no other alternative than taking the city bus to and from work. Night shift security was what I was doing at the time and I was heading home while everybody else on the bus was starting their day. My polyester uniform was stu...
"Hey, twig!" From the corner of her eye, little Ginny noticed the two boys by the fence down the forest trail. She preferred to avoid them, but this was the only path she could take without getting lost. Ginny kept her gaze down, pretending not to hear, and stepped a little faster. The boy who had spoken before walked up to block her path. He folded his ar...
REUNION Hansel Gingersnap stopped before the front door of Grandma Nyx's house. He looked around to make sure nobody could see him as pressed the doorbell . Ever since his sister Gretel disappeared, the onus of making these little check-in visits had fallen on his broad, albeit protesting, shoulders. But he liked to hide his activities at Grandma Nyx's hou...
Over the years, I had developed many friends through my hobbies of CB radio and auto racing. Many an evening was spent enjoying one of our coffee and bullshit gatherings that seemed to develop spontaneously. Someone over the radio would suggest meeting at a Sambo's for coffee, and, before you knew it, twenty, thirty people, sometimes more, would show up. M...
Annabelle smiled at Billy, the nervous young man before her in the living room of her large house in the upscale Boston suburbs. She stood up, slowly peeling off her executive suit, stripping down to just the sheer black nylons she wore, with garter, her trim torso naked, her slightly sagging boobs hanging over her tight belly. Her thighs shone in the dimmi...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello again, ladies and gents, Lady D here! I'd hoped to get this a bit earlier, but you know, holidays. Nevertheless, let's cap this year with the next part of the tale. Enjoy! * * * * * Jason found, to his surprise, that he wasn't falling. Or rather, if he was falling, he was doing a rather poor job of it. I...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the antepenultimate chapter of the Back to Hell! I was just going to use the word 'pen-penultimate' up there, but 1) research is fun, and I like the word 'antepenultimate', and 2) 'pen-pen'-ultimate might confuse those Evangelion fans who read this and expect a hot...
XXXVII Unto the Next Generation Odile 2109 Every funeral is a mournful event. Although Odile had already been to more of them in her young life than she could properly remember, her grandmother's funeral was unexpectedly distressing. Granny Iris had lived for such a long time. She'd been alive before England became a republic; from a time in fact when...
This is the third in a series of chapters of how my grandmother instructed me on the ways of PLEASURING ladies. All people / charters in these stories are older than 18 and younger than 75. Any resemblance between real people and ones in these stories is just a coincidence. NOTE: Maybe I should digress a little here and tell you how Grandma came to be livi...
I am Canadian. Canadian spelling is used here. Care to edit my next story? Send me a message. * On her eighteenth birthday Jenny aged out of foster care and was facing homelessness, not that she'd ever had a real home to begin with, only a succession of houses to survive in and a series of guardians for parents. Some of her 'parents' didn't expect her to b...