(I found this moving account of my great, great uncle David's struggle to learn a foreign language and the methods they used to teach French to those who were ungifted linguistically. His words are taken verbatim from a secret diary he kept when he was 19 years old). * In 1885, when I was 19, my parents told me that I needed to pass the Civil Service exam...
Author's Note - Sorry everyone, I've been holding back this part for a while. As always, feedback and voting are appreciated and somewhat neccesary to convince me to finish this series. If you haven't read the first chapter, please do, the characters, as well as the story, will make more sense. This section contains scenes of both a male/female nature and f...
It was the first sunny day they'd had for nearly a week, so Marcia gleefully took advantage of her Sunday off and reclined in a lawn chair in the front yard as she sipped a soda. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and there was just enough of a breeze to keep the bugs away without being too annoying. Marcia wore her shortest pair of khaki shorts. She w...
Mrs. Smith Ch. 05 -- Foreplay An afternoon of foreplay on the couch. Mrs Smith started to talk as soon as we were sitting down for lunch. She had on a black skirt and, rare event, a white shirt leveled at the bottom barely reaching the skirt. The top two buttons were opened which was letting me see her upper chest and guess the start of her cleavage. We we...
I hear you pull in. 5:18; three minutes late. Traffic must have been heavy. I hear the car door slam - a bad sign. I inhale deeply and wobble to the front door. You have been having me wear ridiculously high heels lately... You are upset. I can tell by the scowl you wear until our eyes meet. Then you seem to relax a bit - but not enough. "Rough day lover?"...
This is a story I wrote a few years ago that I just found again on an old memory stick. My style might have improved a little since then but I thought it might still be worth sharing with you. ***** The day was warm & sunny when I picked you up in my open top car. I was pleased to see you wearing the outfit I had provided...white button through summer dres...
I sit on this bench at the playground and watch the vultures surround you. "HDOP" Hot Dad On Playground. My husband came up with that one, likes to declare he's it when he comes here with the kids. But he's not here today. You are. HDOP. Standing there, needled by the three moms who have come here together. The ones who laugh just a little bit too loud and...
Author's Note: This is written as a continuation of the story started in "Boy Toy". You probably will have challenges following this story if you don't read that one first. ***** While no one would call Mike stodgy or a conformist in any way, he did have a few old school habits. One was enjoying a Sunday morning by reading as much of the Sunday paper as he...
It was moving day for Jeff, he was downsizing. He had recently lost his wife after thirty five years together. Having two children that had flown the nest some years ago now, he didn't need the room of the large three bedroom semi, plus the memories, so a fresh start seemed a good idea. Jeff had just turned sixty one, still reasonably fit and healthy he'd b...
All copyrights go to stauker, and the human behind aforementioned alias. * The vast glacier filled the once fertile valley, distant mountains rising barren in the distance. A young female stood swaddled in thick robes, huddled in front of a solitary leather setee. I shuffled closer, hunched against the cold in my parka. I opened my mouth, then closed it a...