The afternoon sun was turning orange on the horizon. Carrie had finished her nap and was her bubbly self again, even though she didn’t do a lot of sitting. I had heard her tell Beth that she had never hurt so good in her life. “Why doesn’t he have a woman living with him, Beth? I sure am not complaining but if he tries to keep the whole committee satisfied, we are going to kill him for sure.” Both of them were laughing and then saw me sitting there with a hat over my
I’ve told you a
I watched her out of the corner of my eye as her homely face wrinkled and crinkled at the printout in her hand. She looked back and forth from her itinerary, to her wrist watch, and back again. She was clearly not pleased.
“Problems?” I asked from seat 22A.
“I think I’m going to miss my connection!” she said from seat 22B.
I could sympathize. Air travel, with which I am more than slightly familiar these days, has been particularly harrowing of late, and I’ve
Excerpt from Part l:
Mara was silent for a while as she sat watching me in my indecision. Finally she spoke.
“Jaz, I want to give you something. I want to show you a little of what it could be like with me. You intrigue me. The way you kissed me, I know inside you there is a woman waiting to love, to give and receive. I want to be that person.
If only to show you what can be. Let me show you one small thing and tonight I will leave. Before I go I will give you my phone number. You can
I stood behind her in line at Wegman’s. She was fat, really fat. She probably weighed 250lbs but… there was
‘Millionairess, Mrs Joan Bartlett, 34, will be in town next Friday to open the new Children’s Hospice at Hamlet Grove. Staff will be…’ the newspaper article continued to describe how Mrs Joan Bartlett had been a key fundraiser for the new Hospice and all of the effort she has put into helping to raise the £2.1m needed to complete the project.
“Hmm,” Tony read on, “this could be the opportunity we’ve been waiting for.” He lifted the receiver and called Jack.
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Joan, escorted by her younger
Damn! I really will have to gather up my courage and get myself out there to buy a proper butt plug.
Not for the first time I find myself casting about for something smooth and sensual to shove up my arse. The hotel room is equipped with every convenience device known to man (and woman), there’s even a porn channel on the TV – but there aren’t many hotels that have dildos in the bedside cabinets.
Well… I know of one in Soho, Soho in London… London, England that is, but
She started out with such…potential. But then. so did most like her. When he found her, she was a pleasant, successful and popular young woman, just out of college and at the start of a promising career. Candace had always been slightly above average in the looks department and far above average intellectually. She was vivacious and bubbly, with a quirky and endearing kind of personality. Candace came from a good middle class family that had always been warm and supportive of her.
So how
Brian came home from an overseas working stint. He had been away from home for about 2 ½ years and had finally decided that he was due to have a vacation.
He had been married before he left the country but his wife had filed for divorce while he had been overseas, as she had met someone else.
He had written to his Mom and asked if he could stay with her on his holiday. Ruth was so pleased that she immediately wrote and got all the details of when he would be returning.
At this time, Brian had
“So how long is Greg gone for?”
Sally looked up as Renee, her roommate walked into the kitchen.
“Until tomorrow night. He has lab on Friday so he has to come back.”
They were all students at Boston University. Greg’s family, like her own, lived back in Connecticut. They usually went down to visit together but she had an exam and couldn’t make the trip.
“You miss him a lot?” Renee asked sitting across from her at the small, round table.
“You