CHAPTER NINE: Strike Dear Mistress and Cure his Heart Martin Coombes trembled in anticipation of the packet in his pocket. How he managed to walk in the shop, order the Marlboro Lights and pay for them without fainting he didn't know; but now his heart was hurting it was banging so fast. He had cigarettes. He kept saying it to himself. It thrilled him to k...
STORY 16 He's a very big boy thought Florence as she watched her gardener out by the swimming pool. She had arrived home just in time to see the youth rise bollock naked from the water and then prance around showing off his erect penis as if to an audience. It stood out like a pole, so stiff that it barely moved as he hopped about. She sucked in an involun...
“Oh, come on, Frank. She would be great. Trust me.” I listened to my wife, Geri, over the din of the TV. I didn’t really want to talk about my work; I had finished for the day and was looking forward to a nice quiet evening. But once Geri gets a hold of something, she rarely lets it go without a fight. “You know it’s really not my decision, baby.” I replie...
Chapter 4: Matty The next day at work one of the first people I saw was Sonia and as our eyes met she quickly looked away. Around nine Mary came over and sat down on the edge of my desk. "So, how did it go last night?" "What do you mean?" "I mean how did your evening with Sonia go?" "It was okay." "Just okay?" "Hey, what can I say. Sometimes things ju...
I have enjoyed reading stories here, so I thought I would share one as well. Let me know how you like it. Lori and I have been married 14 months now and she is expecting 'our' first child, we are both very excited but it is an interesting story. One of the things that attracted me to Lori was her openness to try new things and her compassion and support for...
Chapter 5: Rio Rita In New York in 1928 the speakeasies were everywhere, in the basements of mansions, in penthouses off Park Avenue, in Greenwich Village cellars, in Wall Street office buildings, in brownstone rooming houses, in tenements, in two-flats in the Bronx, in Bay Ridge hardware stores. Sometimes they were called clubs and when they were posh a...
4: SHERYL and the Lady in a Wheelchair This is a true story just like the rest. A chain of events has led us to this story beginning some time back. As readers of the previous stories will know I am a very skilled healer using light and colour energy that can be applied even into the eyes. What makes this story so poignant is the twist at the end. If only I...
Dr. Porter here. I'm a returned native, working at the hospital associated with the university of my nurture, while my Hoosier wife Marie cracks genetic codes at the local lab of a leading drug company. Our marriage, I must say, grew out of common commitment to our profession and intellectual companionship. Sex was decidedly secondary in our courtship. To s...
Jennifer stared at the accounting files for the client on whose mortgage she was working. She rubbed her eyes, tired from hours of boring paperwork. Anyone who knew her would never believe that she found her work boring. Jennifer was all business at the office. She was pleasant enough, but didn't socialize with those she worked with outside the office. She n...
Tamara started up her computer and then her email program and was discouraged to find a dozen or so unread messages. Typically, most emails meant more work. As she made her way through the emails, providing data requested or taking notes as to what samples would be sent her way for testing. One email really caught her attention. It was from Derek, their tec...