This story begins with me picking up the phone, and giving my good friend Simon a call. "Drrring rrring rrring, drrring rrring rri- CLICK" "Sup?" Short and to the point, that's me. They say brevity is the soul of wit, and I believe it. "Not much." Simon can be pretty curt, too. I ask, "Party at your place tonight?" "Yeah." ...but I daresay that in his c...
For you, you know who you are. She stretched in her bed, loving the feeling of the aches and pains the last two days had left her with. She remembered the rule that she wasn't to get dressed so she wrapped herself in a sheet and walked out into the living room of his bungalow. She couldn't believe she was finally here. She went into the kitchen to make a c...
It was late summer in 1964, and it was Simon's first day at his new job. Simon had read his letter of appointment several times; and he held it in his hand now, standing anxiously outside the imperiously heavy door, embossed with "Post Room" in faded gold lettering. The door was probably victorian, Simon judged, and perhaps it had been a post room for many d...
VALERIE I was packing my suitcase in preparation to go to my tenth-year high school reunion. I was being careful not to pack any special lingerie or items that my husband might think suspicious. That was okay by me because I did not plan to be intimate with any of the likely attendees. What I was worried about was my husband's concern over my re-connecting...
"The Floyd are going to be at Knebworth!" Simon told Marianne a few days later. It was an early evening after Simon had worked a long shift, and he was unwinding. They were in the 'Cross Keys', at one of the tables. Simon had a beer, Marianne was drinking her customary white wine. He was holding a copy of New Musical Express, the legendary newspaper of the...
Oh no it's the unlucky thirteen, run for the hills. Still there? Dang it, I guess that means I will have to try harder. I will get you to run away, oh yes I will. I seem to have made this one a little long, so nine pages. So tempting to just keep typing stuff up here to stretch it to ten pages. I won't do that, at least not on purpose but maybe I can accide...
Authors Note: This chapter is titled what it is due to the nature of this chapter. I will be doing another side chapter exploring everything that Slamaria and their joint army will do to get Simon back. This chapter and the next one will be named differently but they follow Demonic Partnership. Both chapters will run parallel with each other. The next chapte...
As I said in the intro to my last story, the kissing game did happen. It has here been considerably embellished! It did lead to us losing our cherries together but not the same night and with much more clumsiness than our protagonists managed! Simon was looking forward to the party. He knew a couple of the girls who were going and that they were unattached,...
I knew it was foolish of me but I craved the company of my kind and so I went out to the club, hoping it wouldn't be raided by the police tonight and that the Germans wouldn't raid the city. Fat chance. I dressed in my best silk stockings, my prettiest panties, bra and suspender belt, my best skirt and blouse and my pre-war short coat. I applied my makeup, p...
Simon sat at his cubicle. He agreed to pick up an extra shift hoping it would calm him down for tonight. Still, he felt nervous. Meeting the man who was having sex with his girlfriend. Meeting him as soon as today. Simon was mentally preparing himself but this unexpected development of meeting face to face like this blindsided him. "Well, we'd have to meet...