Remember, this is a multi-part story. Read parts I and II to get background. ***** Bedtime came. Blondie had won me, and he would get anything he wanted all night, that was the deal. He actually had the suite as his room, so he ran everyone off, Pramod sad, Baldy satisfied, and Glasses scheming about his turn. Once they left, Blondie wasted no time. He ha...
Victoria cursed under her breath as the Xerox machine whirred to a brutal halt and the obnoxious Error: Paper Jam light blinked. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking at the giant pile of copy orders. Being a secretary wasn't as much fun as she thought it'd be. Even if the office was full of good looking men in suits. When she opened the front door to the...
Part 6 — Both together It was rather pleasant to step from the train carriage at her station and find both 'her boys' getting off the same train; she greeted both and, as they were all living in the same block of flats, naturally they walked back home together. It has been a funny old day weather wise, starting fine with a clear blue autumn sky and the pro...
I hate the snow and looking out the car window, there was tons on the ground. The weather report indicated that we would be getting at least another 5-6 inches by the afternoon! Taking a peek at the sky, I noticed that the clouds were thick and I sighed. "What's the matter?" my husband asks as he keeps a steady pace behind a tractor-trailer while we make ou...
Another old story - from the days when videos still existed. I 'borrowed' the title from a Jack Vettriano painting. The painting inspired this story so it seemed only fair to use the same title. The video ended and the screen went blank as the recording came to an end. Edward stirred, slowly refocusing on his surroundings, the drawn blinds, a cigarette smou...
A pure fiction. None of this happened. Just the product of experience, an education and an active imagination. I hope that my creative writing teachers would be proud of the construction and detailed storytelling. I have a feeling that they would be less so about the actual subject and activities contained within the story. Could it happen? Or something ve...
Although there's plenty left to say about the fun Beth and I have had during our lives, I felt like telling you all about someone else today. I'm still the bad guy in this story, and apart from the names – changed to protect anyone else involved – everything is as true as I remember it. If you have questions, about the writing or content, then ask away, or i...
So seeing as many of you have asked I guess I was persuaded to go back to retell the very beginning of this story. How did the affair start some six or seven years ago and why did it end and the resume again now. Stick with me and I'll guide you throw the story. ***** Being one that worked in childcare all these years as a male I, Rob, had often seen the...
"So, this guy just kept on calling me, insisting that the number he was calling was the number this girl at a bar gave him," Andrea was saying. She rolled her eyes. "What a lame line. I finally got Greg to pretend to be the angry boyfriend. That stopped him from calling." "What a fucking nutcase," I said. "How hard is it to find a decent cute guy in this fu...
It had been over twenty-five years since I had last seen her. Somehow, even at alumni reunions or homecoming outings, our paths had never crossed. She was my college crush during my freshman and sophomore years at the University of Maryland, before I really knew what I was doing from a sexually active standpoint, that is. Sure, I had fucked my share of co...