"It's pissing down Beauty you don't really want to go for a walk?" Accompanied with a soft whine and a wagging tail, pleading black eyes stared back at Astor and said, 'please please, yes yes.' How could she refuse? Besides, the wind had been howling mercilessly at the French windows in the library, and even through the thick green velvet curtains the clatt...
Ted was a nerd. He had always been a nerd. He was 5'10", 175 lbs, with longish dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He had a lanky build and really a handsome face, but he was so shy that those girls who saw through the nerdiness couldn't get his attention. He could have been a popular kid, except for his love of classical music and art, and a predisposition tow...
(Note from author: This story is not about young college students who have the bodies of supermodels or better. This is a story about two middle age couples of average looks who after many years of platonic friendship happen upon a chance to take their friendship to another level. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.) It was a cool...
I tried to pretend I was still asleep as I watched Rob, buck naked, walk across the hotel room and open the blinds, allowing the morning sun to pour into the room. Once he turned to face me, though, I couldn't help but return his smile. I stretched luxuriously in the king-sized bed, every inch of my skin remembering the night before. It was that perfect comb...
Celebs: Alison Brie Codes: MF, Cons, Drugs, Oral Disclaimer: This story is fictional. None of this has ever happened or ever will happen. ***** Alison Brie was doing anything she could to keep herself preoccupied. She was twiddling her thumbs, looking through her phone, and anything else she could do to make the time fly by until the nurse called for her...
And all through the house, not a creature was stirring… especially not that bloody mouse. I’d got the little bugger just that morning with the frying pan. No longer would I have to endure his little squeaks of triumph as he barrelled across the floor, up onto the table and made off with a leg of lamb or a couple of kilos of cheese. He was now mouse pancake....
Every day made her more dissatisfied with her dull housewife life. Every morning saw her wake up, not at all eager, not curious about the events this day might bring her, because she knew already. Ah yes, there were some variations. Not every day started with her husband mounting her to take advantage of his morning erection; sometimes she managed to get u...
Hello, and welcome to the special Christmas 2003 issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. For any of you who haven't come across us before, and want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at t...
"WHAT? NO! I'm not paying you for sex! Uh uh, no, not now, not ever no way!" It's a Friday evening and just like every second Friday Gypsy is around. It's a money thing really, I have the wine, can knock out a decent meal and my company is free. Gypsy is far from the best with money, even at the best of times, but she also has issues to contend with that...
Readers of the two previous chapters will know that Dave, my husband and I were planning an excursion to Weston-Super-Mare. We (I actually) had selected a dress under the "roulette rules" which I had agreed to wear to dinner in the hotel, (before knowing which dress it was to be) It turned out to be a net and diamante creation which left little to the imagin...