I had been traveling for some time; I was tired, hungry and looking for somewhere to rest for the night. Pulling in to a sleazy looking roadside motel, I reluctantly yet thankfully booked in, ordered a hot meal and wearily trudged to my room. I had just stepped out of the shower when there was
The main problem for me as a teenager during summer holidays was finding the cash to have a good time. One summer when I was sixteen I scored a job cleaning cars on in a car sales yard. The girls were encouraged by management to wear bikinis with short sarongs and although it was a
Cuckoo…Cuckoo…Cuckoo. I looked up at the cuckoo clock and realized that you would be home in less than an hour. It’s been a rough week since you left. When you left, it felt like someone stole an important part of me, and I knew I wouldn’t be whole again until you returned. I really missed
The motor of the beast roared to life. A crunch and clunk of gears being selected and we suddenly lurched away from the curb, narrowly avoiding a collision as the large black vehicle dragging its carriage behind slipped into the procession of taxis and courtesy coaches filing past the front of the terminal building. We
She quietly closed the door. It took two readings of “The Polar Express”, one “Night before Christmas” and “The Fourth Wise Man” to get the two wiggle worms to fall asleep. Threatening that Santa wouldn’t come until they were asleep didn’t seem to do any good. “Mark, They’re asleep.” She stage whispered down the hall.
“It’s your wife,” my secretary said. “Thanks,” I’ll take it in my office. I sat down at my desk and picked up the phone. “Hello, Beautiful.” I said with a smile. “Hello!” came my wife’s sweet voice. “Guess what! Today’s the day!” “Really?” I said with some excitement. “So your sure now?” “You bet!” she
She was rapidly approaching the point of completely losing herself in the passion and pleasure of the moment. With her arms tied above her, and her legs tethered by long silken scarves to the posts and iron frame of the hotel bed, she could hear her own breathing accelerate with each passing moment. The new
“…and then the filtered signal goes to its ADSR envelope and then to its output.” Jenn was showing me her analog synthesizer design, carefully mapped out on a giant sheet of butcher paper, swiped from the art room. “And you have to use a separate mixer to get the final signal but that’s okay since
Tim was just 17 coming up to 18 and becoming more aware of just how different he was to other boys. Tim was the only child to a single mum called Tara, Tara Rose. Tara was not very tall at five foot four; with long blond hair green eyes and wonderful natural 34H tits that
Ethan ran away eight months ago after he discovered his wife of five years was sneaking around with a black dude named Ernest. She wanted him to live with the arrangement because she told him that Ernest sexed her and made her feel like the woman of her dreams. In other words, she went black
“Do you like her?” It was my wife, Doris, asking this. We’d just left from visiting her best friend, Kate! I looked at her suspiciously, trying to judge her angle. “She’s your friend!” We’d been ostensibly visiting Kate to cheer her up. Her old boyfriend, Nick, had left town. Not that Kate had been seeing
I watched my step-mom as she walked through the living room, heading for the kitchen to get dinner ready. I was just about to turn nineteen, and had just gotten home for the summer break after being away for my first year at college. Alice is thirty-seven. My late father, who passed away when I
I really wasn’t expecting much on this trip. Three of the guys in my dorm talked me into going, and for some reason, I relented. I’m a Junior at Purdue University, and the trip is a cruise over the winter break. They actually were going to just all stay in the same room, but decided
After I graduated from the University of Maryland two years ago I got a job with Teach for America, a nonprofit group devoted to getting talented and motivated graduates to work teaching underprivileged minorities. I was assigned to be a grade-school teacher at an inner-city charter school in Washington, DC. This was the opportunity I
He leans over my ear and whispers: ‘Are you going to obey me, or am I going to have to hurt you?’ His blue eyes glimmer in the twilit room. I am gagged and roped. I know I’m sitting down, but I can’t move her arms or legs. ‘Do you want me to untie you?’