The young woman was the spitting image of the woman Garrit had raped. His lips started unconsciously quivering. Suppressing all his thoughts and reactions, he keenly observed his supervisor introduce the young visitor. His supervisor was a woman in her mid forties. The shoes were large blocky British country woman's shoes. A bad curl job made the supervisor...
Most Wednesdays my wife Mary would join Chloe and me for lunch. It became a bit of a tradition and we often took a long lunch. Since Chloe and I work long hours and are seen as fast rising stars in the organization a long lunch on a usually slow day was not a problem. We all looked forward to a relaxing chat and friendly camaraderie during these lunches. I l...
Back home in South London, in the suburb of Balham, life was as different from the Caribbean as it was possible to get. There were plenty of black guys around, but it just wasn't the same as in St Lucia. Their manners, attitude and general approach to life didn't seem the same. Whatever happened to them as They became immigrants wasn't an improvement on the...
"You look nice," I heard Jackie mumble sleepily as she rolled over in bed and watched me clumsily looping a tie over my upturned collar in the half-light of the bedroom. "Thanks," I said as I wrestled with it. I didn't often wear a tie, and I was struggling to get the knot the right size. "What's the special occasion?" she asked, stifling a yawn. As a nurs...
I knew I was in for a strange experience the moment my Mistress, Barbara, had me climb into the back of her pickup truck. It was late afternoon on a pleasant day, and she had dressed me earlier in a rather pretty, frilly outfit. Now she commanded, "Lay down on your belly here, girl," pointing to the rear bed of the truck. As I did so, she took hold of my r...
My true love. That is what I consider my Marie to be. We met just out of high school and were inseparable from the start (about 1980). By the time we were in our early 20's we were living together and very happy. As the years flew by time was starting to take its toll on us. We had always had a super sex life. I could see we didn't have many sparks left an...
Few girls air their most personal fantasies. Whilst being gang-raped, taken forcibly by their fathers or having their dress ripped off in the shopping mall, preparatory to being openly molested by a bunch of over-heated school-boys, ranks way up there in the dream-stakes, any such reality MIGHT offer somewhat less of a rush. Shannon though, had just the one...
I saw Stacy for the first time at an open art exhibition held within the student center at our local university. The event was an opportunity for the public - as well as interested artists and gallery owners - to see some of the artwork generated by many of the students on campus. The event was well-advertised locally and since I lived within easy walking di...
Soto voce. She could barely contain herself as she entered the driveway of her small park-side home. Her love was returning from a three-week business trip to Europe. They talked when they could while he was away, but he was usually so busy on such trips that conversations had to be rushed. This trip was no different, except that they usually made plans t...
The Hangman Cometh: A correction By Woodmanone Copyright February, 2013 (This is a reposting of the original story. There was a problem when I posted the continuation of the story called The Hangman Cometh: Tyler Rawlings. I'd had problems posting Part 2 and apparently the webmaster misunderstood the email concerning those problems and replaceed the first...