All rights reserved - this story is a work of fiction and remains the property of the writer. Chapter 3 "Jack, Stan called for you." Sheila called out across the kitchen that bright, sunny morning. "Called for me? What did he want?" "I don't know Jack, I'm not sure, but he asked if you could call him back." It had been two weeks since our last (and our...
Glen began to tenderly lift me off of Mr. Pruit as Clem continued to stare at me. Mr. Pruit looked dazed and embarrassed as he shook himself and raised himself on his forearms. "Before you go downstairs and clean-up, I need your help with Clem. You know how he is!" barked the vice-principal in a no-nonsense voice. I was confused. What help would she need f...
CHAPTER 2: Mia... Saoirse was out and about, strutting her heels. In New York, scantily-clad young women were jogging, distracted construction workers were whistling and fashionably impaired hipsters stained the local park with their presence. By a restaurant, a lone girl was waiting, sat at a table with her phone in one hand and the other hand waving to Sa...
We'd met at work. His is not a physical perfection. A bit thin, a bit hairy, not quite tall enough, a voice a bit too deep to match his boyish face. The coloring of eyes and hair is shades of chestnut. The eyes are big and wide-set, and sometimes he seemed a bit startled and fragile. The lids sometimes would droop low in a languid sensuality as he puffed on...
It was a bright day in early summer as Rachel and I strolled the long straight path through the park. The 'Long Mile', as it's known, is over a mile long running straight as a die across the huge parkland outside Windsor, from the ancient castle to the statue on it's plinth at the end. The path was mostly empty at that time of the morning and we were enjoyin...
We didn't talk to each other the way there. I bit nervously on my lower lip, pretending to navigate my way through the mall traffic, only occasionally looking at Sarah. I peaked in my rearview mirror, switch lanes, conscious of the downpour outside. "You okay?" she said. I glanced at her. She looked so professional. A tan raincoat buttoned up, as if to pro...
Note: This is a story about adult sexual activity and is intended for adults only. Everyone in this story was over eighteen at the time the described events took place. While the events in this story are based on true experiences some names have been changed and times have been compressed for this format. The events took place decades prior to the current ep...
When I was on an exchange trip in Europe, I was dating for a very short time a German man, Peter, who was the scion of a wealthy industrial family. He was a playboy, but he lavished money on women and for a student traveling on a budget, to be whisked to the best restaurants and have entry into the best parties was too much to resist. I have to admit that I...
I'd finished my classes, graduated from nursing school taken the board exam for my license and was waiting for the result. Having prepared well I had no worries that I'd passed. My girl friend was likewise waiting and wanted to go off to a sunny vacation with her boyfriend. She had been working on Saturdays at a youth center which didn't take a lot of time o...
Deceptively guided through a garden path of ecstatic sexual exploits by a preternaturally mysterious woman, a young man's journey to sissyhood reaches a defining moment. He is Your Master Now Part 1: On the Precipice. Six months ago, Ambrose Sweet's body wasn't completely shaved, and he had never worn women's lingerie. Six months ago he was barely aware...