Author's Note: District A1 is an anthology series. Each Week will usually focus on a different character, but in the same setting: District A1. ------------------- "Jamie!" Trish called out. She watched as Jamie Lambert got up from her seat next to a chubby, brown-haired girl. Jamie walked across the waiting room to the doorway where Trish was standing wi...
Sometimes my wife Catherine thinks so purely that she can be quite naïve. Like the way she has no clue how sexy she is and seems to not notice a lot of the attention men of all ages give her. Here's a perfect example. We met for lunch today. She had a dermatologist appointment at 11:00 so we met for lunch at Olive Garden for a little treat. We've been tryin...
The sows mind had slowed but there was still more than enough to handle simple tasks like resewing and hemming its clothing. The sows pen had French windows that lead into a small secluded rose garden that was now known as the Sow Meadow. It seemed happy. Its hands never stopped moving, fore if they weren't sewing they were massaging the still sore nipples....
My family had planned to be at the beach all day, but on my way to lunch I saw them in the lobby. My mother and my stepfather were clearly arguing, talking through clenched teeth in order not to scare the children or make a public scene, but my small stepsisters looked pretty sad and miserable all the same, and I think my mother had been crying, for her eyes...
This story is romantic and to me does celebrate the power of women and a strong relationship. I hope you enjoy it. Please vote on it. Happy Holidays. 2 more holiday stories are on their way. * Megan spent her Halloween at the Doctor's office. She had felt a lump in her breast and decided she needed to have a mammogram done. The mammogram lead to a biopsy...
I arrived at the clinic around 9 am, knowing that over the next 36 hours I would experience some of the most intense and bizarre pleasure of my life. The clinic looked like any other small medical centre; for the most part it was quite normal. However behind the ordinary reception and normal doctors rooms on the first floor lay the sexual and neurological re...
This wasn't a kiss that a brother-in-law would share with his sister-in-law! It wasn't even a kiss that a husband would bestow on his wife. This was a kiss that lovers would share, the kind that would start something that might not end well. That kind of logic escaped me at that moment, my only thought...., "How do I keep from, somehow, screwing this up! S...
Anyone who has read one of my stories knows that I always insert factual details and events to add an element of reality to a tale. The story is more interesting to write and hopefully more interesting to read. While it may be challenging at times to distinguish the factual elements from the fictional ones, this story, like all my others is absolute fictio...
I was seated at a low table on a cushion on the floor. My host Khalid was seated across from me on another cushion that was a few inches taller. It was a late Sunday afternoon. A tall serving woman entered the room dressed head to toe in a bright blue chador with a niqab hiding all but her heavily made up eyes. The beautiful brown eyes had long dark lashes m...
Peering out of the shower cubicle Bridget made sure the changing room was clear, not wanting to be caught naked by the maintenance men. That's all she needed was for rude jokes to go round the company about the 'new girl'. Not that she was ashamed of her figure. It was usual for men to give her a second glance but where she came from habits were a little old...