The day was far too hot to be making jam. She perspired, and I sweated, as the hot jam bubbled. It's a time consuming business; picking the apricots through to putting it in jars and sticking on the labels. After the apricots, we hesitated, and wondered whether we'd start the figs; or go to the city to count in the New Year with the crowd. Conscience got th...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (5 min/mp3) * * * * * Harry's strange, that's it and not a lot more can really be said about it. He looks normal, talks normal and the way he normally acts is normal, it's just the way he doesn't normally act that isn't normal, it's a little strange. Now strangeness isn't always bad, sometimes it's funny, sad or even boring...
The Shinjuku Manner Center... the mental hospital you worked in. This place had some serious issues: Serial killers, suicidal girls with no body fat whatsoever, people who'd just stare at you all day, and a little bit of all three in combinations. And no one really helped them, at least... you didn't see any improvement. Especially not for one of your favo...
Adrienne gradually regained consciousness, warm and surrounded by softness. She stretched, her limbs sliding over the flannel bedclothes, luxuriating in their comfort. She lay in bed, thinking about the previous day, specifically how pleasant it was to watch Lucas' muscles running like water under his skin. She frowned as her thoughts turned to other matters...
When I arrive at my office in the morning, there is a package on my desk. Since I know what it is, I put it to the side and do a bit of work. At lunch time, I close my door and lock it before picking up the package. The label on it is plain, typed and the return address is for some non-descript company. I ordered it only a couple of days ago from one of my f...
The physical satisfaction that Vijaya derived from the illicit sex acts she'd engaged in with her brother-in-law and his lesbian friend was short-lived. Once her lust-crazed body had been satisfied, guilt rushed in to settle over her like a dark cloud. It was a familiar feeling for the lovely Tamil beauty. She had felt exactly the same way after each p...
Based on a true fantasy Alys was not a tourist in Japan. She was not a stranger stumbling down the rabbit hole into a land of bizarre customs and nonsensical sounds. No burbling jabberwocks bothered Alys: she spoke enough Japanese for small-talk, read enough kanji to skim a newspaper. She had her favourite brands and bands, her network of contacts in lang...
A fictional story about fictional characters. ***** "No, not that. Anything but that," Red Foreman implored his wife Kitty, " you know I hate...people." "I've thought about this long and hard, Red," Kitty explained. "Last month I put up with your visiting mother for over a week, and you promised that you would owe me big time...anything I wanted, you said...
At The Swingers Club, From Both Sides. Why am I lying on my back, on a towel, on a plastic bench, stark naked, watching a pathetic porn film with my partner giving me deep, luscious, penetrating kisses? I am a forty something, blond lady, in quite good shape for my years, although I say it who shouldn't. Sure I have stretch marks but it's dark here and they...
I just couldn't help myself. It had been years since I had a girlfriend and the last time I had gone out in full drag to a gay bar confirmed what I'd been feeling for some time -- a wig and lots of makeup could take 10 years off your age, but not 20. The bar scene was over for me and it had been a while since I'd had any real-life action. I got by with cam...