I generally show up for choir practice 20-25 minutes early to talk and chit-chat with whomever is so inclined. A good while back, Nikki, a newly married young girl in her early 20s sat down next to me and congratulated me on my 42nd anniversary of marriage. The congregation had sang to us and applauded the prior Sunday. "Nikki, please tell me you are not th...
After the girls had a few minutes to rest, Chip told them to get ready for the next round. The eight girls were still sobbing a little as they bent back over and spread their legs again. Eight now glowing red bottoms were once again ready for more fun. Request 5: Tell us about your first experience with more than one partner. If you haven't had one, you wi...
My eyes flickered open as the shrill staccato of my alarm clock tattooed on my skull, seemingly without end and insistent that I wake up. I threw a look of disgust in its general direction, cursing the blessed thing for interrupting my sleep, quickly following the look with my clenched fist which thumped down hard, silencing it mid-screech. Closing my eyes i...
I God, it felt good to be out in the sunshine! The sun stroked Monica's back with heat that spread throughout her body like a hot steaming mist. Her simple gauzy cotton skirt brushed her thighs in a complicated syncopation with the wind and the length of her stride as she walked down the busy street. Her long straight auburn hair lifted a little in the bree...
Every summer, in our nice little suburban Long Island community all the neighbors get gather in someone's backyard and enjoy a barbecue. We rotate the duty of hosting the get-togethers which means doing the grillwork but the guests are required to bring other dishes, soda, beer and wine so there is never a burden on any one family to shell out lots of money...
I volunteer at the local high school where I teach music—two hours of bass, guitar, and drums for the aspiring rock stars in the area. It's a way for me to pick up some extra cash and keep both the kids and my own lonely self off the streets during the day. Ms. Lindstrom teaches creative writing at school—a course that is only offered at the end of the day,...
Author's Note For those of you who have read my original Chiara series this is a re-write in a third-person narrative format. I have tried to remain true to the original stories as much as possible. For the most part this has been easy to do. I have added some scenes, and made some changes to further expand on the character development of all of the charact...
Some readers might find my use of Madame or the abbreviation Mme in this story a little formal or old fashioned. This I have done quite deliberately for two reasons. First, the story takes place in rural France where the old fashioned rules of politeness are still observed. With the family, close friends or children forenames and informal (2nd person singula...
There is one in every office – the person who doesn't get dates and is not even asked to go for coffee with his or her own same sex colleagues. Bunny Richards was the girl like that in our office and it easy to see why she was 'invisible'. How's this for starters: she's shy, short, skinny, wears scant make-up and non-descript clothes and blushes terribly...
Chapter 02 Dancing with the Devil "I'm sorry I killed you." Those words veritably bounce around inside my skull, crushing the euphoric mood I'd just been in. Dang-it, Lyden. She's a succubus! You knew that. Why did you just have sex with her? These thoughts flood through my mind, as I play over the last little while. The sex had been fantastic, if short...