Brenda sat on the stairs, sobbing her eyes out. She had never been this alone in her life, never been this separated from the crowd. “Why did I ever tell on those stupid kids?” she asked herself between sobs. The kids in question were her former circle of friends, one of who had been her “devoted” boyfriend and Head Quarterback, Ace. At the beginning of th...
Dear Reader: Female dominant and forced (sort of) mind-control male-male sex. Skip if it's not your thing. Regards and blessings, Adam Lily ******** "It just looks like acid," I said. Andrew, Laurie, Meg, and I were huddled over a coffee table, studying a postcard-size piece of white filter paper on a coffee table. It was Friday night. Meg and I had co...
I was angry. Not for nothing, but at almost forty-six years old, I had managed to earn four degrees and was about to earn a fifth. I had been a teacher for twenty-six of those years, from the time I graduated, a raw girl, from university. I had managed to avoid pregnancy and single motherhood, not through any great goodness of my own, but because God was wat...
She was just another Chinese student, in another classroom, the same as any other girl I had seen over the last 3 years of teaching English in China, but there was something about her. I could not tell at that time just what it was that drew me towards her. Her name was Viki; she was around 21, the same as most of the others in her class. She was nothing dif...
Clair Taylor is a successful real estate agent after only twenty-two years of selling homes and paying the dues to an unforgiving profession that requires so much time and effort to make the sale; she has managed to find the stability that she always searched for, but not at a cheap price. Her marriage to Ken had been rocky throughout the years. The lack o...
Copyright 2005. All rights reserved. "What you need is a good shag." Nadine Fellows said as she finished taking a sip of wine from her glass. She looked across the table at the Castle Hotel in Taunton at her friend Natasha Wagstaffe and smiled. "I don't think so." Natasha frowned as she replied causing the end of her nose to screw up slightly. "Well." Na...
Everyone could hear my high-heels clip clop on the wooden floor of the interview room in the Solicitors Office where I work, as I approached the heavily tattooed, bleach-blonde recalcitrant, youth sitting in front of the desk. Wayne Webster was 21 and had been in and out of trouble most of his life. I had been in charge of his case workers for the last fiv...
It would be fair to say that I live an ordinary life. As a thirty-something consultant I earn decent money, have a wife and children and don't break any laws. My work is varied and interesting but I find myself wishing I could experience something different. My wife and I have good friends and I believe we provide a good base for our young family. We are a g...
Some introductory remarks. Generally speaking I've been grappling with several long stories that I just can't seem to finish. Meanwhile I've had a ton of these little guys languishing around so I thought I'd knock a few of them out. So fair warning, no Dostoevsky, and certainly no Chekhov. Now about this story: First, all the active characters are over ei...
The soft glow of spice candles, masked the face of her lover. The staccato rhythm of passionate lovemaking made her skin tingle as her hips met his, thrust for thrust. Jasmine and Pumpkin filled her nose with sensual scents, mixed with sweat and sex. The smell overwhelmed her, it consumed her, possessed her. The soft click, and blaring music awoke Suzanne fr...