A story suggested by a young man and an older woman in a coffee shop some time ago. No, the woman isn't me. * I didn't think that that kind of approach was possible in a woman that wasn't drunk. I worked in one of those chain coffee places at the weekend working my way from washer upper to senior washer upper, but as it was half term I had been offered w...
IMPORTANT: Read "Her Victorian Bottom Plundered" before this follow up story. Thank you. ** Part 1. For awakened Prudence, the days had been sexually listless for Henry, her husband, was away on business. The sunlight flickered through the swaying branches of the old oak tree which majestically dominated the farthest reaches of their garden, and which un...
According to my wife I snore. That was why I frequently found her asleep on the couch. She says it is worse when I sleep on my back. She blames me for mornings, after nights out, when she can't sleep past five in the morning because I wake her up. It made waking up, the sun streaming in the window, my wife's head resting in the nook of my shoulder strange. I...
Me: Hi there. No fair wearing heels. You'll make us shorties look even shorter. :P There, that should get a chuckle I thought. I was on one of those fetish sites and had just come across a rather attractive domme. Most of the people on here open with some stupid one liner or cheesy pick up line. I always tried to be a bit more creative than that. Sometimes...
This is my first submission and first time writing a story so please excuse any mistakes that I have made, but constructive criticism is more than welcome in the comments section. I hope I will get better at this and I intend to write a few more stories for this website to try out whether I am in any way able to do this. Anyway enough of that, please enjoy!...
The airport bus stopped outside the gleaming eyesore of the market place, the new Hotel City Garden. The cassocked figure of the old priest was one of the last off. I watched from the open window of the Physiotherapy Center as he stepped slowly down and stood still, as if to savor this triumph of physical activity. The warm , early morning air carried a va...
The Devil's Sorority: Pee Sponge Author's Note: Start anywhere you want in this series. Technically, anything called The Devil's... builds on each other, but I am writing these to work alone and independently. If you like my stories, please consider volunteering to edit. I will be having surgery on my hands again soon. Thank you JS for the edit. Punish...
I was twenty-eight when my Grandma Pearl passed away. I still remember every moment of that call. I knew immediately it was bad news. My great Aunt Mary didn’t make many phone calls. “Emily, are you sitting down?” Aunt Mary said. “I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s your Grandma Pearl. She died today.” I didn’t cry then, or at the funeral, or even in...
The rain was falling on me relentlessly as the big rig pulled over along the side of the highway. "Thank goodness!" I thought as I sprinted toward the open passenger side door. "Climb on up here outta that rain." Came a voice from the driver seat. I looked up to see a man around 40-ish I would guess, slightly graying hair, and a little over weight but fai...
I had been doing my typical thing all winter long, working around the house, remodeling, and refurbishing my older bathroom and bedroom, while I continued writing new stories as a side income. My full time job became less important due to increased income from royalties I began to receive from different online publishing companies. I was making almost twice...