Jenny was a rather serious 18 year old. She had done very well at school and was about to become an undergraduate at a prestigious university. Her parents were both successful professionals with high expectations of their only child. So Jenny had applied herself to her studies and rather neglected her social life. A tall, long limbed and rather gangly young...
Chapter 1. School Days. Jenny laid back feeling strangely elated even though their coupling had been hurried. It had been so sweet, the taking of Mark's virginity, however briefly. "I'll never forget you," he murmured. She smiled and replied gently, "Yes you will, darling, because you must; you'll go away and the memory of me will fade and you'll meet s...
Cheryl sat back in her chair, brushed an errant strand of jet-black hair from her eyes and blew out heavily. She was musing to herself, "Bam! Thud! Spattered in runny clay." She twizzled her gold pen between forefinger and thumb whilst her other hand toyed with her French plaited hair and murmured once more, "Bam! Thud! Spattered in runny clay, 3, 4." In...
So before I begin regaling you with my newest adventure with my magical chess set, let me talk about my finances. As you probably remember, I'm named after a granduncle, because his will stipulated that his wealth would go to the first child named after him. Even though they didn't hesitate to name me after my granduncle, I knew it really bugged my parents t...
"Oh, Oh, ohhh yeah." Kim McCall nearly rolled her eyes as she listened to the grunts and groans coming from the guy on top of her. From the sounds he was making a listener would have thought he had a cock the size of a stag film star and was driving it so deeply into the black-haired coed that it was coming out her butt. Well, it wasn't. And if she was hump...
"Happy Valentine's Day Maddie," I said softly as I leaned over and kissed my wife of forty-nine years. Maddie was oblivious. Morphine did that to a person, morphine and the last stages of cancer. "And Happy Anniversary," I added, kissing her again. I couldn't stop the tear from falling and landing on her cheek. I wiped it, but another took its place. "I p...
This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. ***** Tuesday, 11 pm. Hollyweather Highschool, classroom 6B. "Will the sitting champion be able to defeat his most dangerous opponent yet." Scott Olson quietly narrated the chess match between Carl Peterson, the president of the chess club, and its newest member Dan...
The classic image of the battle between good and evil, has always been a chess game. Black pieces battle white pieces on a board of ebony and ivory squares. Plotting and moving pieces till they get a final victory. Except it wasn't a final victory, as the pieces are set up again. For another game. Which makes the repeated games repeative and redundant, over...
"You're not going to like this." Jason said smirking. Holding his bishop, delicately between his index and middle fingers. "That's what you think." Rachel said back. "I know I can win this time!" "Really?" Jason raised an eyebrow, "Because I know for a fact that once I make this move, I can check mate you in three more turns. But, I could always..." "No!...
(This isn't a true story, but my hubby wants to play chess with me now...heehee) The chess game has simply become an excuse to stay in your company longer. The knight I hold in my hand feels warm where I have been rubbing it... Your father comes in the living room and says he is off to the store and would we like anything? You shake you head and he leaves....