Chloe worked at the drug store on the corner, selling painkillers to the happy geriatrics that lived in the home nearby. She wasn't perfect, at least by her own standards. Her hips were a little too round, her tummy pooched out like Buddhas', and her thick, stocky legs were designed for running across vast Scottish moors, hurdling sheep and the like. She alw...
She signaled her interest by looking at me just a fraction longer than necessary. I looked away and then back again to see if she'd returned her gaze. She hadn't but, inching back even further on her high bar stool, recrossed her legs, letting her little dress ride slightly higher on her thighs. The music was loud and she gently swayed from side to side. Sh...
John sat in a tearoom just off the busy but narrow main street of Truro, Cornwall. He was killing time, watching the clock tick slowly round. Somehow, it now seemed his meeting with Dee and her husband Tom had been a dream. The boy would never have dared to imagine that he would have been prepared to stand and masturbate in the presence of a strange woman...
The further adventures of an unfaithful wife, who tells her husband about her sexual activities, and is surprised when she discovers that he loves it and wants to hear more. Soon he starts to devise new adventures for her. This is the 5th episode of the story about my wife, Maggie, a 32 year old married woman, who, in the space of a few months, has turned i...
Chapter 2. The First Breakfast "Ashley!" Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, drowsily. Her large, richly golden-flecked ochre eyes gazed sleepily at hew new room. Ashley awoke, disoriented, slightly dazed. Simultaneously she realized that she felt jet lagged and that she had been woken by someone's knocking at the door of her room. She groggily examined the...
(Femslash. Rory/Paris/Ms. Peters. Notes. This story takes place after my story "Detention". As far as I can determine Ms. Peters, the faculty advisor for "The Franklin" never had her first name given. Therefore I have chosen one for her. As always, the characters are not mine. They are the creation of Amy Sherman-Palladino and belong to the WB and the CW. Th...
James was sitting on the table at the party, chatting and smiling at friends as everyone picked through the pile of crawfish spread on the newspaper. I was able to watch him from a distance for a few seconds before I had to go back with the beers. He smiled and took his beer, his fingers resting maybe a little too long against my own before the cold glass sl...
He was way too drunk to drive home. "Mike! Stop it!" He kept fighting me, insisting that he was alright. I wasn't about to let him go. The last time I let go, he fell straight forward onto the floor. "I'm fine! I swear!" he yelled, pushing my arm away. "I freakin hate you, you asshole." I started to stomp away as I heard him laugh. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry!"...
Libraries are generally very reserved places. I like the dark stacks of books and the quiet. I am fond of the smell of old bindings and decaying paper. Of course, men don't usually find those women in my line of work entirely attractive. Frankly, I have to admit that I don't find myself entirely attractive. I am too tall and thin. My hair is long and flat, a...
Chapter 10: Her Transformation Monee wakes up to the morning sunlight that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying next to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the dread contract I have on my desk. She bit her lips, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her, “stay,...