I saw the package outside my door before I reached it. I knew immediately what it was. How did I get here? How did I end up like this? I was from a fairly affluent family. Both my parents were still together. I was a fucking school teacher for fuck’s sake! My hand trembled as I picked it up. I brought it inside and placed it on the counter. I opened the box...
We were still in bed, enjoying the New York Times crossword and some hot coffee, when my phone buzzed to life on the nightstand, then began playing the ringtone dedicated to all of my piano students - 'Ode to Joy' from Beethoven's Ninth. There weren't many of those students - or their parents - that I was very interested in talking to at 9:30 on a Sunday mor...
Richard had spent the summer after high school with his grandparents in England. They were getting on in years and needed help on their country property. His parents brought him over with them by plane and they all had an enjoyable two weeks for his father's holidays from work. They flew home and had booked Richard a steerage passage home to Montreal from Li...
I grew up in a home where there was a mother, a father and a brother. We went to church every Sunday and attended Sunday school. Our weekends were for homework, helping around the house and visiting our grandparents. During the school week we were allowed 2 hours for play before dinner. After dinner we had to take turns washing and drying the dishes for mom...
I entered the office and walked to the receptionist. "Mr. Sam to see Ms. Goodhouse." The woman checked her book, nodded and told me to have a seat. The office was neat, efficient and quiet. I noticed that each time the door to Ms. Goodhouse's office opened she was either on the phone or giving orders to one of the secretaries that went in and out like worker...
You follow me into an anonymous motel room again. It is the same motel, about a half way between our homes, just a different room this time. I place my bag by the bed, then once again we are standing together in the middle of the room for a gentle embrace, another loving kiss. Once again our bodies mould into each other, once again we hold each other near. W...
Cindy stood on impatiently on the porch and rang the bell. She was dressed in brown loafers, ankle socks, a pleated short plaid skirt, and white blouse with blue blazer. Her short brown hair was held back by a blue headband and her brown eyes were clear of make up, as was the rest of her heart shaped face. Her measurements were 36B, 24, 36 and at 5' 8", her...
This is mostly true, juiced a little to make it a tad more interesting. It's based on some real conversations, and what happened later; many liberties have been taken and timelines tweaked, but essentially autobiographical. There's not a lot of explicit sex in this telling. It's mainly a reminiscence. James was sitting at his table, looking very mellow,...
What's a poor girl to do? I don't know if that's the exact old saying, but it's been around awhile I think, and I can relate. My name's Jessica and I'll be going into my junior year of college in the fall. The money I'm racking up in student loans is frightening, and I'm afraid I'll be a 'poor girl' for a long, long time. My friends from school are all work...
Thank God she didn’t have to work. There’s no way that she would have been able to concentrate, let alone stay awake. Alicia’s nubile body was spread across her, softly snoring with her soft mouth pressed against Taima’s throat. Jesus, what a night! Alicia had become a sex machine. Not only was she willing to give Taima’s snatch a lot of extra attention, but...