Jordan sat in her small cubicle, packing away the last remnants of her belongings. The company she worked for had just been bought. They were downsizing and her position was no longer needed. "Hey Jordie." a voice said over her head as she was disconnecting some of the plugs to her personal equipment. "Hey Lance." she answered. She knew that voice withou...
Filipe had always yearned to wear satin knickers. He loved the idea of wearing tight, little briefs made of sensuous silky material. He simply could not see why boys should not be able to wear silks or satins instead of plain cotton. But at home he had no opportunity to satisfy his desires. His mother would be sure to find any illicit underwear and then ther...
I wake up this morning after a night of unremembered dreams. I'm lying on my side and clutching my other pillow to me. For some reason, it's warmer than usual. My 3/4's asleep brain start to rationalize it to forgetting to turn the AC down before I went to bed last night but can't quite settle on that 100%. "Screw it, I'll turn it down later," I think to mys...
Part 1 Chapter 1 We sat on the Boeing with our seat belts securely fastened and I turned my attention towards my preoccupied travel companion. From her concentrated expression, she seemed more ready to start one of our Monday business meetings than a vacation. Her relaxed, black "off the shoulder" shirt was the only indication that she wasn't on the train...
Set in New Zealand with Kiwi spelling and idioms. * CHAPTER 1 It was Saturday morning and Martin Mora, recently leaving the family nest, looked around his small apartment, if it could be called that: small oblong box was more apt. When he first inspected it, driven down in size by the high rentals being demanded for his idea of an apartment, at six foot t...
"I Saw You Too" or, "The Whirlwind Erotic Romance of a French Fashion Student Enjoying Her Last Few Days in the States" (This story has a long set-up. If you like your characters drawn out in less than a paragraph, you'll probably want to move on to something else. This story also contains a few French words and phrases, references to American pop-punk mus...
There was no organisation in the office storage room; it was a cluttered mess of everything and anything, and once you located something there was no guarantee it would be in the same place the next day. I reached behind a stack of compact disks when Lauren and Amanda walked in, closing the door behind them. Lauren and Amanda were perhaps the most troubleso...
Selina hated New York. It hadn't been so bad once. No worse than Coast City or Keystone, last time she'd been there. But that had been back when she was still a teenager. It'd changed since then. Most people blamed Giuliana, but Selina personally held Disney accountable. Them and six other megacorporations. Couldn't make money on a city with personality. Th...
"Athena, I must say again how grateful I am for you allowing me to use your temple this morning," Hera said as she sat down on Athena's throne near the altar, and rubbed her temples. "It is a total cluster-fuck outside on the Acropolis, and..., frankly, I was not able to hear myself think with everyone talking at once. The quiet solitude in here is helping m...
When not on duty on a Sunday Margaret Pardoe sometimes found herself at a loose end, and that particular Sunday she'd used up what enthusiasm she had for her embroidery project in the morning and had to settle for a stroll in the garden after lunch. Emma was on duty, but that didn't prevent Margaret from being watchful of the school rules or for taking reme...