Once out of Bill's sight, Faith slipped on her flannel shirt and strolled cheerfully down the tree-lined path, swinging her brazier in lazy circles. 'I don't think Bunyan will be sleeping alone in his cabin tonight,' she decided, smiling at the high probability of pleasure. Sunlight, shining through the bare hardwoods, cast spidery stripes across the trail...
"We need gloves," declared Bill, turning into the village hardware store parking lot. "I want your hands with all their fingers in working order." Faith laughed and jabbed his arm. "You're so fussy, Holder." Feeling the same way about his. Aloud, she said, "I think you just want to look at all the tools. This is like a toy store to you, isn't it?" "A littl...
The rising sun through the yellowed window shade cast a golden light over the bedroom. Bill sat quietly in the rocking chair, engrossed in the vision of peacefully sleeping Faith. She lay on her stomach with her face turned away, and arms hugging the pillow. The scene reminded him of a romantic antique postcard. Her tousled hair and naked shoulders invited l...
This story was sent to me by one of my readers who has asked me to edit and post it -- in both our names -- so on behalf of Noveltask and myself I present you with this True story -- the names have been changed to protect the people concerned. This is a love story and pretty tame to start -- but it gets better.... * Michael and Sara had grown up in the sa...
"I'll take care of your coat for you, Prudence," I offered as I helped her remove her fur jacket. "Thanks, Mike," she smiled. "I'll see you at the bar after you've finished that little chore." That was when I noticed Steve Watkins and Barry Reynolds standing between me and the coat room. I could barely conceal my distaste as I attempted to walk around them...
To my loyal readers, of which there are far more than I expected to find: I have a confession to make. These stories are not perfect. There are some major flaws, which comes from being in too much of a hurry to publish. First, I neglected to mention that Jack is a Native American. Oh well. When race is not specified, we generally tend to assume that it corr...
This is my second story...the first deals with the time I was seduced by one of my former students. All names have been changed. ------------- I wasn't looking forward to 10 days in a cabin with my wife and her coworker friends with their spouses. My wife had fallen in with them and their views shortly after we got married, and they were all extremely con...
Heather wasn't even planning on attending college. Her grades in high school had been abysmal and there were the endless confrontations with teachers and the school administration. They claimed that she was a "discipline problem" and had "problems with authority figures". However her mother had enticed her with tales of a private school where they did thing...
While Cher hurried toward the kitchen her Master disappeared into the basement. She knew that was where he kept his scene toys and she felt the little excited butterflies that she loved when they did scene play. In fact, she thought that BDSM play with Master was her favorite thing in the whole world, besides serving him. And she began to hum a little tune t...
As I sipped my third martini of the night two kids passed in front of my living room window hand in hand pushing a stroller holding a bright faced toddler chortling away. They had to be sixteen or seventeen and happier in love than at thirty-two years old I have ever experienced or even come close to. I had not realized I was crying until I felt Malichai's h...