Sadly, I have failed to find an editor who wants to work with me, so my recent stories have not had the benefit of a disinterested pre-reader. Any offers would be gratefully considered. * Ever since 1961, when off-course betting was legalised and the first betting shops opened, I have been a habitual, though modest punter. Winter and summer, rain and shine...
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money." Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which I purchased with three very expensive drinks at an airport bar. I never met the protagonist before nor do I know his real name. There was something in his eye that said not to ask too m...
Kimmy Meets Her Darling at the Diplomatic Club DISCLAIMER:The following story is a work of fiction. Any similarity between any actual events or any person, living or dead, is strictly coincidental. * * * * * String gloves. Auntie Antonia made these string gloves just for Kimmy to wear to her first face-to-face meeting with a man she had fallen in love wi...
The Centerfold Girl Jack and Jill picks up where they left but… Jack was in the shower singing along with the song “Bring Back The Pieces” by the Spiral Staircase playing in the phonograph in his room. After the shower, he dried himself with the towel and wrapped it around his waist. He looked into the mirror and asked himself whether to shave or not. He d...
Alec Henson walked through his restaurant, turning off lights as he headed to the front door. He was tired, but in a few days his dream would become reality—he would officially open his own restaurant. It had been a long time getting here but the eighteen-hour days had been worth it. Locking the door behind him, he headed down the street to where his car w...
Dr. Callahan could not stop thinking about her. No matter where he was in the clinic, or what kind of a case he was monitoring, she seemed to be in his field of view. He saw the curve of her hip where it folded so sweetly into her belt, the inviting roundness of her as she leaned over a patient, tools held firmly in her beautifully manicured hands. Every tim...
This is another story of my adventures as a high school English teacher before I "graduated" and moved up to become an English professor at a small New England college. I am retired now and thus have some time to indulge in recollections of both. As in nearly all high schools, one of the English teachers is also expected to be the drama coach. I volunteered...
Chapter One I had watched the other students in my American Literature class file out of the classroom before walking up to Mrs. Tammy Billings' desk to await whatever she had asked me to stay after for. I could easily see the latest chapter of the romance novel I was writing sitting in front of her, and I naturally assumed that the coming discussion would...
"Thirty-five," she mused, "is supposed to be a woman's sexual peak." Not that you could tell from her recent experience. She and her husband were locked in a sexless marriage. Although their love was secure and strong, their physical needs had become quite different. Increasingly, her waking idle moments were spent daydreaming about fucking and being fucke...
* A story of two literotica writers that become friends and then meet up for some illicit sex to live out and fulfil their fantasies. Fact or fiction – I leave it to the reader to decide. * Steve sat in the hotel room, watching his phone. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest – a mix of excitement, nervousness and suspense. And of course guilt. He l...