"On your marks!" the starter shouted into his megaphone. "Set!" He continued and glanced from side to side at all of the competitors. "GO!" The large crowd of bikers slowly started moving forward to begin the long Holland Hundred bike ride. That year was the second time I'd participated ride, which could be completed in four different lengths. I had chosen...
This being the third chapter of the story, the unusual relationship between Mark and his History teacher takes an interesting new step. I'd recommend your read Chps 1 & 2 first. Thanks to those who have voted and sent comments. Most appreciated. ____________________________ Arriving at school the next afternoon, I spent too much time trying to find a parki...
There are just some things that shouldn't be talked about out loud, out in the open. Somehow, wanting something didn't mean she could talk about it -- ever -- not in the circles where she operated. She had sophisticated friends, who went on about politics and music and wore expensive clothes to brunch. Admitting what she wanted sexually, no matter how open m...
It was my first day of horse back riding lessons. I was so excited. I had ridden horses when I was a young girl but that quickly stopped after I fell off of the horse and broke my arm. Now it is 30 years later and I never lost my love for horses and everything about them. A month previous, I saw the advertisement on-line for private horseback riding lesson...
The summer that I turned eighteen followed my junior year in high school. It was the sixties, and my sexual experience was limited to, 'heavy petting' in the back seat of my mom's LTD. Teenage sex in rural America in the early 60's; it was happening, but not openly, and few talked about it. There were true, 'bad' girls, who fucked often and with multiple pa...
Judy and I had been best friends since the fourth grade. I was the new kid in school and she was the shy bookworm who knew all the answers and finished all the assignments before anyone else even knew what the assignment was. We lived two blocks from one another. I'd walk (or ride my bike after I got one) and spend afternoons, weekend days and sometimes eve...
Life had slowly become a challenge for Calliope. When she first began to feel unwell, she'd consulted a local priest. He'd used his limited magic to check her for disease but had been unable to discover anything untoward. He'd suggested she seek out an herb-wife. The witch had been able to identify the cause as a curse but, reluctantly, admitted that she lac...
It seemed the longest day of my life. The entire school day was a warm, dreamy blur of unregistered conversations with friends, sternly repeated, "Did you hear the question, Mr. Sandborn?" from teachers, and "Get your head oucha ass and watch where you steppin," from guys, and some gals, big enough to put a serious hurt on me, as I dream walked from class to...
Mike invited me to spend a couple of months at his parents place over the Summer Break, far up north in the remote Scottish highlands; I had nowhere to go, and nothing else to do, and I'd never been to Scotland, so I gratefully accepted. We were class mates at Imperial College London, both third year students majoring in mechanical Engineering. Our studies...
"The pearls are lovely, Ellen," Gilbert said. "Thanks," Ellen replied. "I'd feel naked without them." That brought a laugh from both couples. Fact was, she would be naked without them. The two strands were the only thing she wore. There had been debate about whether she should keep them on when they made her strip. Gilbert liked them and won the day. "I'...