Chapter One It was a Friday afternoon that seemed of little consequence. I got up, shaved, cleaned and pampered my body. After my underwear was in place I wore my usual boots, boot socks, jeans and a plaid shirt. The bar at Fulton Street was busy that afternoon when I arrived about 2:00 and everybody including Lori (the owner) seemed glad to see me. Joe and...
Forward: This is a revision of the chapter one to this story. The original first chapter, which you can still read, makes the assumption that a woman could enjoy being raped. Actually we know better. Susan still gets raped in this revision, but it plays out differently. I hope you still enjoy it. Introduction Susan Slattery was proud of herself. Here she w...
"It was later that evening, Madame Bentley had come and gone and Passepartout was alone in Fogg's quarters. "Faith," muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, "I've seen people at Madame Tussaud's as lively as my new master!" Madame Tussaud's "people," let it be said, are of wax, and are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to make them h...
Three months after the Long Island adventure, Vic looked down at her lover keeping her warm in the small cool cabin in Woodstock. Three months after she envisioned the most likely subject to be the one for her, she was looking at him. She lingered over his long narrow torso, glanced at his penis, which was short and fat after it exploded thrillingly inside h...
The knocking at the door persisted and eventually penetrated the layers of sleep. The rain had stopped and whoever was out there wasn't going away. A number of possibilities came to mind, none of them good. It had to be connected to the girl. Her father; her mother; a boyfriend ...? I've always been a glass half empty kind of bloke, a pessimist. My accommod...
The Mating Ritual Deonne leaned against the car window as Kevin drove them the two hours to the hotel. Leaving her family was always hard to do, but this time was especially difficult as it was also her last day with Kevin. The thought of it felt like a cold pressure all over her body. Her breathing grew shallow, and her stomach clinched. Every time they ha...
All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen. *** Tia was walking down the sidewalk enjoying the warm spring day when she heard the car horn. She looked around to find a blonde waving at her from the driver's seat of a Mercedes. She squinted in the sun and realized it was Ronnie, her old college friend. She crossed the street at the...
[Continuing Book 1, Cheating ...] In his history class, Mr. Hayden gave his class a pop quiz. There were a lot of unhappy groans but he didn't care. The truth was, he was too distracted to do a lecture. The source of his distraction was sitting in the front row, right in the center. Jenny Johnson. During their performance on Sunday, as he watched Jenny sin...
My lower back had been aching like my Grandmother always said hers was. Two days of weeding and replanting the backyard this early June weekend had been the cause. Tracy, my wife of twenty two years, had suggested we make the effort this year. We had always kept the yard presentable, but now she wanted to have something 'we can show off.' I'd agreed a change...
Chapter 3 As I was exhausted from the 'encounter', I, therefore, changed to nightdress and retired to the bed. While I was reading a book, I heard a knock at my door. "Yes! It's open," Erum walked in. "Are you Okay?" Said she shutting the door behind her. "Yeah! Why?" "You were limping and now you're looking pale too." She had a concern in her voice...