Tamara's Tales - Part 1 Sitting behind the large carved oak desk that was the principals at Regal Bay High School, Tamara Doolittle turned to look west out her second-floor office window over the expanse of green that was the front lawn of the school. At the intersection of three walks, centered in the plane of green, was the newly refurbished fountain, rin...
Hello my dear readers, It took longer than I expected, but I hope you like how this story is developing. Please be gentle with your comments, although you already know how I encourage you to tell me your opinion. With love, xxJennss ***** Lucas... 6 years ago Mr. Thomas was our history teacher, his long almost white hair was the reflection of 500 years...
Mary kept her head low as she scrolled through Twitter. The teacher wouldn't care, none of them did, and even if they tried to make her stop all it would take is a quick text to Gretchen to solve everything. Admittedly, that stole the thrill from being on her phone during class. She almost missed the nerve-wracking days in middle-school. The trade-off was wo...
I hate group projects. I hate the school work and I hate being around other people. I've always been sort of an introvert when it came to hanging around people. I never really had many friends growing up, and making friends here at college hasn't been the easiest thing to do either. I'd rather stay by myself and read a book or something. I can only assum...
Ray and Simmone were a married couple who I knew from my local pub in south east London a good few years ago and, like me they were both in their middle thirties. Ray was a big, big guy, not overweight but definitely a heavyweight; very tall, broad, altogether imposing but not altogether bright. Could have been a doorstop for an aircraft hangar. Simmone was...
Thank you all for reading Chapter One. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope you find chapter 2 just as enjoyable. None of the characters in this story are real. They are solely figments in my own mind. Please remember to vote and comment. IR2R Shaun left his meeting with Kersh with a sense of accomplishment. The two men talked about several key factors that i...
Abigail Booth had always found rainstorms to be such a contradiction. This temperate morning she felt no differently while leaning against the stonework sill of one of her studio's windows. Warm morning sunlight was amplified by wavy glass, easily worming through the thin and lazily buttoned white men's shirt she wore. It caressed her dusky skin, leaving a t...
Authors Note If you are uncomfortable with certain pairings due to the sex of the body or mind involved, you're probably reading the wrong story, but I thank you for your interest anyway. Consider yourself forewarned. I am also deliberately compressing the timeline of events and forcing some interactions with the outside world. Most readers on this site...
Edited by luvtaread It was nearly a year and a half later after the incident in Boston that the trouble Jeff Yates had started finally hit home for Brandon. It was a rainy Tuesday in March when he found out that Jeff had finally won their little war. Despite his best efforts the project Brandon was developing was a bust, just as Jeff had planned it, and the...
When David returned home from his mother-in-law's it wasn't like the last time. Mary was waiting for him, but even if she had wanted sex he wasn't up to it. She put him to bed and applied cold packs to his battered organs. She coaxed the whole story out of him, how he came to require this punishment, the instrument she used, etc. Still emotional and 'broken'...