Author's Note: Here is a little treat for all my regular readers -- a brand new one-off short story! A woman receives an unusual request from an old friend for her husband to take part in an unusual art project. All characters are over 18, and any resemblance to any persons living or dead is coincidental and entirely unintentional. Enjoy! An Artistic End...
"Thank you, Jane," Mother said, "Gran would've liked your help sorting her effects." "I didn't want you doing this alone, Mum," Jane said, "And Polly's ready to pop." "Any day now," Mother chuckled, turning into Gran's driveway. "Shame Gran won't see Polly's baby," Jane whispered, "Or my 25th birthday tomorrow." "Tomorrow's in an hour, love. Gran's watch...
The following Friday Gareth called for Leona. She greeted him wearing a new dress and high-heeled shoes. They were going to a dinner-dance at a hotel in Brighton. She had never been ultra-confident when it came to self-image, but as they made their way out to the car, she noted in her peripheral vision that her high heels had Gareth looking at her legs. B...
Monica Bellucci, one of Italy’s most stunning women was talking, with Bella de Vecchi, curator, and the wife of Leo de Vecchi, owner of the De Vecchi’s Gallery. Bella was introducing her their art collection. While they were talking, a gorgeous man in dark Persol glasses strode out of the room. He was clad in sporty black wool stretch racing ensemble, leathe...
DAY ONE. TIME – 7pm "And the last to join our Big Brother house is...Matt!" As the announcer's voice echoed above me, I walked through the tunnel, opened the door at the end, and blinked heavily as my eyes adjusted to the bright lights in the new room. It was a huge living room, with couches against all the walls. 4 coffee tables and a dozen beanbags wer...
Her name was Sparkling Mist, but everybody just called her Misty. By the time I met her in American History as a senior at Waverly High she had already been voted most popular everything there. In fact, it was that first day for me at Waverly, when after dropping my pencil, and reaching down to pick it up, I looked towards the back of the class right up her...
It was a cold night, and Jamie had no where to go. Sonya had thrown him out, for having slept with Janine. He needed somewhere to sleep. He looked at the houses as he walked past. Beppe's houses was lit up, and so was Steve's, but neither of them were likely to let Jamie kip on their floor. The Slater's lights were on too, but he wasn't welcome there either....
Zoe fell backward and sat on the floor. As Jamie recovered from the blowjob that he had just received, he looked down at Zoe. She had her hand down her jeans again, obviously vigorously fingering herself. "You little whore!" Said Jamie, "you got off on that!" "Yeah but..." Zoe replied, "you stopped me... earlier and.... I'm still horny!" Jamie stood up. H...
Foreword This is a story of a wife who cheats on her husband and the consequences for the broken family as they seek to extract their lives from the wreckage. I plan to publish about weekly, or when I can, in four parts, with Part 3 fitting in the Romance section. Sex occurs, but relationships, why they work and fail, provide the focus. And don't expect me...
We are out together on a Friday night for a romantic meal at a restaurant in central Brighton. We have both dressed up. I am wearing my best suit. You look spectacular in your tight black dress, sexiest underwear, stockings and heels. We have just finished the main course and our 2nd bottle of fine wine. You ask the waiter where the restroom is and excuse yo...