You are in Brisbane with me and we decide to go camping with Pete and Kel for the weekend. As usual, it’s warm and sunny and you wear a loose, thin yellow top with spaghetti straps and your white mini skirt and you look lovely and fresh and I love the little glimpse of breast I get when a strap falls occasionally. We get to the river and Pete and I set up th...
I remember the last time I wore this coat. This green trench-type coat. You laughed at me because of it; the green was too bright for your tastes. But you won't laugh at me this time. I'm going to show up to your place wearing that. And you'll laugh at me again until I take it off and you see what I have on underneath. A sheer, lace red bra. A matching thon...
Dear Will I know I may regret telling you what happened last night. We have always been honest with each other but I do not honestly know how you will react. In our fantasies, it would turn you on more than anything. In reality? Maybe you will just think I cheated on you. As you know I am sharing a room with Emma on this trip. As ever, she has been moody....
Alone The lone house on top of the hill was my sanctuary, and my prison. I had lived there for all of my life, my mother coming and going as she pleased, with my Father dropping in when I was sixteen and had blossomed into a young woman. My mother was planting new roses, their stems instantly shooting forth, flowing colours even I had never seen before. "...
I used to work for a company called Speedfam. They built Capital Equipment, it was one of the best jobs I’ve ever had. Back when the electronics industry slowed down, we ran out of work. The company didn’t want to lay us off because replacing us was tough. You literally learned to be a specialist in this field. So with no work we literally had a lot of tim...
Flames flicker by the bedside, illuminating enough vision for the writer to paint her movie… (Listening to Loreena McKennitt's "Mummer's Dance.") Lying on her stomach, Angeline concentrated on writing a fiction fantasy; one that she wished would come true. Four candles guarded her bedside, three idle, while one danced wildly, casting moving shadows on her...
She hated Barnes and Noble. There was a lack of dust on the books and too much sunlight. It smelled like lemons. She wanted her stacks with cobwebs and musk. She wanted the air to reek of burnt coffee and parchment. She wanted single beams of light to conjure puppet shows on the walls- romantic tales of star-crossed lovers dancing in the dust-particle rain-...
I enjoy touching, feeling. I love the sensations that tingle through my fingertips. I'll run my hand along a stone wall as I walk alongside it. The sharp, almost painful effect is so invigorating. My nerve-endings respond favourably to such stimulation, reminding me that I am alive, that I can feel. With this is mind, I have loved my imaginations as to what...
Faye and I met up in the park and climbed the hill overlooking the big city. Not a cloud in the sky. We often came up here and laid in the long grass and soaked up the sun while catching up on each other's news although it had been 3 months since we last saw each other. Faye kicked off her sandals and I took off my trainers, lifted my T-shirt and laid on th...
You come home from work; tired, discouraged, bored. Another night of eating alone because you've worked so late everyone you know is already in bed. You decide to take a shower first to wash the day off of you. You head straight for the bathroom, undress and take a long cold shower, feeling the stress let go of your muscles as the water hits your body. You g...