I was late for classes and decided to take a short cut to the bus stop through a narrow alley that ran along the home of my good friend and ex-classmate John. The house was a one flat ranch-style building. The alley was really a time-beaten path through a cul de sac, first formed by kids of the neighborhood looking for an easy way to access the playground. O...
Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first two parts of this tale, I'd suggest that you do so... If any of the readers out there ever visited beautiful Wreck Beach, in Vancouver BC you will understand what I mean when I write it is (or was) 'full service' beach... For those of you who haven't, it's changed qu...
Weatherfield England, Summer 2012, the London Olympics year. This is Johnno Allthwaite 'Marathon Man's story in his own words. * We was down the Flying Horse one night having a few bevvies Al and me when this bloke in a tracksuit with a clipboard and stopwatch walks in. "Hey, no trainers allowed in here," some clever dick twat in a roll neck sweater pipe...
This is the twelfth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lif...
Even though it did turn me on to think of my hubby walking AN HOUR to get to work, it was also a little inconvenient for me at times. If I wanted him to be home earlier on some day, I'd give him bus fare for that day, or I might just go ahead and drive him to work, and pick him up when he got off. I didn't drive him to work just because it was a nasty day, t...
In tradition of trying to bring all the people at work closer together, my workplace management team has decided to host a "team building" event, which always felt more like an obligation than something worth attending. When the store manager (we'll call her Tara) announced that it was offsite at a go-karting track, I was actually interested for once. Someth...
It had been a long day at work, far longer than usual. So much to do, and there were less than enough people to get it all done. Still, with a bit of extra effort, and by staying a little later than normal, it was all finally done. Sitting there, the low-pitched noise of the public bus a relaxing melody as the transmission lurched the machinated monster thro...
Despite the miserable weather outside, Mark walked through the terminal of Logan airport with a spring in his step for two reasons; his plane had landed safely, and since he had only carry-on luggage he could head straight home. Both of those were unusually significant since the ice storm made flying treacherous and had caused chaos in flight schedules and o...
1422 Clemency Drive. I'll remember that line for the rest of my life. It changed me, matured me, brought me into reality, but is still a legendary myth. A local legend, as is the person involved. 1422 Clemency Drive. No, it's not a history paper. It's not some kind of weird Beethoven piece. It's the address that changed my life. It was my second year in a l...
"Why are you staring at my knickers?" I jerked upright. God, I really had been staring at her knickers - not the ones she was wearing, sadly, but a pair on the floor, presumably yesterday's pair. They were perfectly normal white knickers with little pink flowers on them and a tiny satin bow on the front - unremarkable in every way other than they were right...