It was so difficult to even sit next to him. I haven't seen him for over a year and a half, but it still bothered me. Our frequent bus rides were more than transportation; they were an intimate experience that I will never forget. The first time we met, it was on the 67, the bus that went from A to B, destinations don't matter. Waiting at the stop in the wa...
After my late night last night I was certainly in no mood to wake up today, rolling over I squinted at my alarm clock. It was 11:30am, I groaned audibly as I made my way from my bed to the shower, losing my tight black boy shorts and lace bra along the way. After a quick shower and some necessary time straightening my jet black hair in the mirror, I ran thou...
The text from Mr Smith read "Meet me at 6 in the bar of the hotel opposite our offices. I'd like to discuss the results of the interview." Did that mean he was offering her the job? Surely the formal job offer would be in his office? She and two others had been interviewed for the job as Mr Smith's PA. One if them wasn't a strong candidate but the other, an...
Although the rain had just stopped and the road was quite clear and it was safer for a journey than the few hours ago, Amber, a 27 blonde girl with 30 inches boobs, was driving a 1990 Acura Legend coupe along the road for business in another province. She had decided she needed to take a break for herself (and her car) after the long range driving. If her me...
We had been having sex almost from the beginning. It was a relationship where you were having sex before you actually considered yourselves to be dating, despite not seeing anyone else at the time. We met at a time when she was separated from her second husband, with a divorce pending. Whatever the quality of her sex life was in both her marriages in the beg...
A Very Special Trip to the Opera: As Told Through the Eyes of the Woman Hello, baby. What? Yes, I'm wearing that dress you asked me to wear. Yes, the long red one, off the shoulders, with the slit that goes along the side of my right leg from the floor to the very edge of where my panties should be. Oh, yes, baby, I was paying attention when you muttered,...
Dear Reader, This short story is my way of paying tribute to a British actress -Joyce Grenfell. A gifted musician, talented film actress, witty & entertaining writer and of course, Queen of the comic monologue - Joyce Grenfell was a woman of many talents. In the 50s and 60s she wrote and performed a number of comic monologues centred around a much harassed...
It was happening again. She wished she knew why it always happened to her. She just couldn't quite understand.... This time the man was her therapist. Other times it had been friends, family, co-workers, strangers..... This time, she barely knew the man, but, just like with the others, she was helpless to stop him. And - just like the other times - her brea...
This is the first part in this ongoing series I plan to write. It is a complete work of fiction, from my sexual fantasies about my Ex-wife in our old house. I hope enjoy it, please let me know, and I will continue to write more. The Vicarage is a large country house, the sitting room was a large decorated room that had a sofa in the middle of the room facin...
This all happened long before the days of AIDS and rampant STDs. Back in the days of free love, where our motto was "If it moves, fondle it." And we did. Names changed to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent. It is my senior year in college, at a spring party at the fraternity house. I am with Beth, a wonderful girl I've been dating for a couple...