A chance encounter and a fantasy realized while international relations (sic) are encouraged As usual, all characters have attained majority "It's running late." "Oh. Do you know what time the next one comes?" "Are you late?" "Yes." "Late for rehearsal?" "Yes. How you know that?" "You're a dancer, right?" "Yes. How you know that?" "Where are you...
This story is part of a series. The previous six chapters will provide context but, hopefully, this story can also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work. ***** A few weeks later, Mala came into my office. "You know that Claire is chair of the trustees of the Modern Dance Troupe?" I did not know that, but felt it best to nod affirmatively. "Two of their princi...
Theatre de Amore resides solely in the realm of fantasy. Everyone in this series is a consenting adult (18+ years of age). (Elements contained in this story include: voyeurism/exhibitionism, sensuality). This chapter is a bridge for Ch3, and contains sensual teasing rather than sex. In order to keep it together with Ch 1 & the upcoming Ch 3, it is being...
When Jack and Lisa, friends from my college days, asked me to be the photographer for their wedding I was more than happy to oblige. I had been doing wedding photography on the side for about five years and was getting more and more comfortable with my results. Little did I know that this assignment would be quite different from all the rest. The wedding...
In Part 4, that the keen eyed amongst you'll notice was cunningly the second part 3, you got to know Stephanie and her awesome breasts, I introduced you to DD and we met his lovely cock and we talked about the Joe Orton play, What the Butler Saw. This part is all of that and more. Is that OK? If you've read the previous parts you'll know you can skip the re...
The following is a work of fiction. All depicted characters are 18 or older; resemblance of characters' names to actual persons is coincidencal. SYNOPSIS: Randall has participated in a radical music rehearsal involving the use of ticklish women as instruments. He's not sure how to mention it to his girlfriend, and the performance is imminent. Originally po...
The train whistle brought us out of our reverie, and before long Sir Charles' party was on the platform. The early August morning promised a sweltering afternoon. He was the first one off the train, bounding down energetically and shaking my hand vigorously when he saw me: "Mr. MacLeod, my dear friend. Well met, sir, well met. All is well in Colorado and fro...
This is a culmination of a chat with a friend of mine, thanks dude! I was finding myself alone at home more and more as my wife's career change caused her to work more often than not, though I was confused as to when she was at the gym or at work. With our kids grown and gone, I began to look for things to do, and saw a notice about a play written and produ...
"Jessica... so good to see you again." Harry took her hand and helped her out of the car, leaning down to press a warm kiss to her cheek. He inhaled her sweet fragrance, lilies of the valley. His wife had planted them all around the foundation of their house when they married. Elise was gone but the flowers continued to bloom every year, just when it was tim...
(Hope Branch is a twenty-four year old concert violinist. Out of shyness, she has hid until now her Miss America figure in baggy clothes. The circumstances of her coming out are told in chapters of this story not yet posted.) Carrying her instrument and bow, Hope maneuvered among the chairs. She heard the orchestra grow quiet as she moved through its ranks...