I thought I'd missed the last bus home. I'd a return fare: £17.50 London to Glasgow. I'd a long weekend and I was looking forward to seeing my husband. I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing. I was a student at Central College. It was the only one that I could get into with the grades I got, but I was determined to succeed. But I wasn't making a very g...
I was drinking a coffee in the college refectory after delivering my first of a series of talks and workshops on the art of writing erotica, when I felt rather than saw, her looking at me. I looked across to where she was two tables away, sitting with a group of other women, all aspiring writers I surmised, but she was not a part of the group - I was the s...
It is not surprising that so many stories—adventure, comic and creepy—have been written about the railways and railway stations. We have the delightful "The Railway Children' by E Nesbit; then there are Arthur Conan Doyle's stories about the master detective Sherlock Holmes, which would just not be the same without the call for a 'Special'; and one of Dicke...
Business in Gaul had concluded. Nothing else worthy of note occurred that had not already been chronicled beforehand, other than perhaps Gyllen being talked into having sex with a urine-steeped Min in a tucked away corner of the sandy shore. Gyllen's milky flesh had refused to tan at all during his visit to the beach, though he noticed Min was looking a som...
"Level of passion you say William, Aye." Would that level be the same as when - with your, ballerina Hmmm?" She placed her greasy thumb in her mouth, making sure I saw it, and smirked as I looked down at her; "Fishing for another compliment huh?" Okay, you're certainly right up there." Kate glared at me; I did nothing to play down her response by adding; "...
This is the ninth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude VI, Chloe ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a...
Heels Candace was dolled up in her skintight cocktail waitress uniform, a sexy sight. Sassy breasts, long legs, and totally taught bottom as she strolled on her way to work through the shoe department at the new Nordstrom's on Manhattan's 3rd Avenue. Admiring exorbitantly expensive high heeled Italian and other exotic leather boots and shoes, she peered at...
Obscured by Clouds By past_perfect © Author's note: Not all of you would want to read the whole series. For those who don't, here a short summary of what has happened so far: Jon was an English RAF pilot during WWII. In 1943 a race called Scnrgsis recruited him for the forces of the galactic community, which was facing an extra-galactic enemy called the P...
Notes from the author: Hi everyone! Ever since I wrote Life is a Runway - which had a WWII element in its plot - I have been itching to craft a WWII war bride story (with a happy ending, of course: I simply refuse to write anything that is not corny). This obviously implied some serious research on my part and major adjustments to the mores of my usual prota...
At Grover Cleveland High the swimming classes were held in the vast echoey basement pool, smelling of chlorine. There were bleachers rising on both sides to be packed out in the event of a competition. There were Corinthian columns and painted windows in the upper walls. The atmosphere was gloomy and... Well, full of possibility. For one reason. Classes...