It was the living room of Mrs Reilly's house, high-ceilinged and richly decorated, a room all the ladies of Brewer longed to visit. The light poured in the tall bay windows, catching the swirl of the women's cigarette smoke. On the wall, in the shadows, one could just make out the oil painting of Venus hauling a nude Cupid over her knees- an 18 year old Cupi...
This morning began like any other morning. I left my house at 8:00am and walked a kilometre to the café for my usual breakfast of coffee and another coffee, the first a short black to wake me up, followed by a large flat white in a takeaway cup. This I sipped as I walked to my office and the day ahead. I noticed her as I sat waiting for the flat white to ar...
Lochlainn Thorsson laid his axe aside for a moment as he once again wondered about his future. He knew that he'd been putting off making a decision about his life and that he needed to end this dithering soon. The harvest was almost finished and then he'd have to make some sort of a choice. He knew that he couldn't follow this crew to their next bid as it wa...
There are references in this to my earlier stories, Days of the Raj, Veronica Peeps and Nude and Erect. ***** Carl Harlson, the tall, tow-haired young Viking, was summoned for rehearsal by Miss Cuff, to be the only boy up on the stage with seven girls, for a particularly difficult scene in Cowgirls and Indian Braves. It was the scene where a lone brave, o...
In my absence, they've come up with the brilliant idea of shared community service in the form of office events, birthday's retirements etc; compulsory team-building bullshit in this cliquish cult. They seem to be going to great lengths to make our new CIO whose name escapes me feel welcome. I did vet him so I'll play nice today. Everyone's always pretty...
Chapter 8: Gym girl Sharon. There's this cute girl at the gym where I work out named Sharon that has been very friendly in a flirtatious manner for months now. She's a tiny 5' 4" brunette with a pixie haircut, cute face and a sense of humor similar to mine. She can't weigh more than ninety pounds, if that. Her boobs are small, almost certainly A-cups, but I...
Jackson McCullough was hot in his blue Santa suit, and his beard was scratchy. It was his duty, however, to play Santa at the company's annual Christmas party. He would have liked to skip the whole thing this year, but it was his company after all. So Jack sat with a trickle of sweat running down the side of his face and six-year-old Nicholas Kazinski in h...
Dear readers: I hope you enjoy this mostly recent piece in the 'Michelle' series. Enjoy it, vote for it if you want (I find the vast majority of readers don't give stories a rating), and if you truly like it, make it a 'favorite' -- that's the measure that I go on in writing. Comments are (almost) always appreciated. Flabuf Forward Statistics show th...
Author's quick note: Been a long time since I posted anything. Too FUCKING long! So, here I go once again. Hope I pull you along with me. ***** My initial transgression Me first… My name is Diane Chapel. I am 36 years old and at 5’ 9”, 150lbs, I consider myself to be a tall and willowy drink of water. Others might say I’m a skinny stork and, in fact, ot...
America in 1956 seemed besotted with Peyton Place and the Kinsey Report and the boom in nudist colonies and the theories of Dr Freud. But schoolgirls in the Minnesota city of Brewer were homing in on their own sweet goal: seeing their male classmates stripped to the buff. Their male classmates nude. In their birthday suits. And more than that, nude- and hu...