A row of scrawny maples rustled in the bitter cold wind, a wind which had long since numbed Sarah's fingers and made her wish she'd worn something more than a skirt. Eventually, Sarah thought, I'll have to grow up and actually start wearing practical clothing like a sensible woman. Somehow she doubted she'd ever start doing the sensible thing if she hadn't s...
Chad put his hand on my arm, tugging me towards the wall of the train station. Holding my hands with his he pinned me against the cold wall, moving his lips over my skin to find my mouth, dragging a deep kiss from me who’s like I hadn’t felt since before we’d been married. “Kelsey,” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “I’m dying to have you...
I was born and raised in New York City. Lived here all my life – well, I went off to Berkeley for college, but I couldn't wait to get back. Things out in California just never seemed real, somehow. As for the Gotham-brand of unreality, I missed the worst of it, mostly. Too young for the disco-era gilded age, too poor (and in the wrong business) for Wolf of...
A diary of a male nursing student. Wang looked around him, the tutorial class was filled with gorgeous women, all below the age of 25. He was the only male in a class of perhaps thirty. Smiling, he walked into the room, silence descended onto the room as 30 pairs of eyes affixed themselves upon him as he made his way to a hastily emptied chair. He could fe...
Orchestrated by the Kinky Brides Group (KBG) Uncle Yano has been forced to have sex with his young niece, fully dressed in her bridal gown, in the bridal suite and on her wedding day. The evening continues and amid the celebrations find out what the frilly panty wearing Yano and Kirsten do next. As the night went on and the dancing continued I had another...
It had been a terrible weekend, the weather, which was supposed to have been wonderful, had been overcast and really depressing. It had got really cold, which here in Spain is not normal, even for the end of September. But more than just the weather, things really hadn't worked out. I had planned a sort of fun romantic weekend with Sylvia, a weekend that wou...
The last day of the exhibition was mostly uneventful as we had many senior personnel from our office in Johannesburg visiting. I dressed very conservatively, for the final day in a trouser, shirt and jacket but didn't wear a bra and panty underneath. In the evening I went to the airport to drop off Tom and Joe who were going home while I had scheduled an add...
Usually Paul Sharpe caught a much earlier train but on Wednesdays he had an evening class and the class went on until late. Too late, he thought. Still dressed in his suit from the office, Paul sometimes really had to leg it for the railway station after Miss Tembrill talked for a bit too long at the Institute. Almost the wrong side of forty Paul did not fin...
The new guy at work was utterly too chummy. When he'd show up in the morning, he'd slap me on the shoulder to startle me out of my deep concentration on accounting figures on the screen. "Hey buddy," he'd say with a warm jovial tone that made me feel like I was inside a teenager football locker room - or at least how I imagine the jocks would huddle around e...
We were stoned on hash brownies and mellow as a long Miles Davis riff one jazzy night in my apartment in Washington Heights that hot, wet summer when Jenny tore up my bed. We were stoned and unraveled, high on the road less traveled. Yeah, we were undressed and unimpressed with becoming what we were expected to become; Suits and Skirts, rakes and flirts, cog...