It started innocently enough. I was assigned to a work team and Phillip was on the team. We were of a similar age and shared a few common interests. It was natural that we would become closer; at least the rest of the team seemed to think so. Gary, the team lead, went out of his way to make sure Phillip and I were assigned either the same task or related tasks so we would have to work close on a regular basis. I knew he w...

Chapter 1 – First half of my incredible day: My name is Brooke, at this writing I am 30+, tall, and 130 lbs. dripping wet. Unlike most of the women in these stories I am not voluptuous, in fact next to most other women I look like a 14-year old boy, at least in the bust. My hips are slim, but slightly better proportioned than my chest. Let's see, what else might you want to know? I am very athletic, dark hair, nice face w...

“Sophia!” I yelled for the zillionth time. “We’re late.” I stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting less than patiently. I could hear her rummaging around up there. I’d told her in no uncertain terms that we absolutely needed to leave by seven at the latest, and here I was shouting at her at twenty past. I’d turned into my mum. Great.  “Two minutes. It’ll be worth it...” Her teasing voice floated down.  I sighed. That l...

Events and friends dictate how you develop as an individual. Progressing from school to college, immediately changed my view of the world, introducing me to a new circle of friends and attitudes.   I met Gemma on my first day at college in the reception area. As we saw the other, we stopped dead in our tracks. It was as though we had just seen our mirror image. True, she was an inch shorter than myself but that was where...

Her piercing blue eyes flicked from the map to the city vista before her, then back to the map once more. Like everyone, she carried a smartphone but there was something special, something tactile about a paper map. A more authentic, genuine and personal experience and she liked that. As the cold December air fluttered the map in her hands she could barely believe she was here. She’d never done anything like this in her e...

Sometimes I loved being a professor. Most of the time, really. My class is such that usually students don't take it if they aren't serious about it. Classical Mythology is not on the general education list so there are no general education credits for taking it. Teaching a specialized subject typically meant mature and dedicated students. This semester, however, my Thursday evening class had a handful of miscreants in it,...

It was a simple job so far. Four rooms had already been entered silently, and valuables put into the black felt bag, hung at the waist. One last room, then call it a night. It does not do to be too greedy. A simple five-foot jump to the next balcony, then master-key in the lock, and in through the balcony door silently.Halfway across the room to the dresser, and the bedside lamp was turned on, revealing one man just sitti...

It was just after six pm on Christmas Eve and I was nervous yet excited, for almost six months I'd pretended not to look at her as she bustled about the office. I'd pretended not to look at how her short skirts rode up almost to her bottom when she reached up for a file. I'd revealed nothing when I saw the outline of tiny g-strings beneath her skirts, and I'd pretended not to notice on the occasions when she sat carelessl...

Laura’s lust for Korean women started the first weekend of her junior year in college. The concert, a recital by two Korean music students who had graduated the year before, had an excellent program: Beethoven’s Third Sonata, Debussy’s Sonata, and some Schumann and Telemann. When they came out on stage, Laura felt as if she had been struck in the chest—the pianist was dressed in blue, the cellist in green, and their lithe...

Gwendoline Callaghan, known to all our circle as Harry, was tall, slim and as butch as you like. She did class butch. Not for her the tight vest, torn jeans and Doc Martens. No, for Harry, it was a decent suit or classy chinos and a leather jacket. She was deep in conversation with a woman called Jess, who never seemed to do anything but was as rich as Croesus.   I was watching her at the party my friend Sylvia arranged e...

The holiday bungalow was everything we'd hoped for, a solitary bamboo house on the beach of a beautifully unspoilt tropical island. The only sign at all of any work having been done on it was the mooring quay where the motor-boat dropped us. We'd checked in on one of the larger islands and then been ferried across to what we were already referring to as our own little island, we'd been expecting to be given keys to the ho...

We were pleasantly surprised at how many people had crowded into the tiny old church to see us pledge our love to each other. Members of both families had travelled from all four corners of the world just to be there and we both felt genuinely honoured. We'd had to wait until Sammy's seventeenth birthday, which was two weeks after mine, but my parents had given us the mews cottage, true to their word, and her parents had...

It took almost a year until daddy let us see each other again, a year in which we phoned each other every morning, noon and night, mummy was great though, she kept asking me if I thought I loved Sammy and my reply was always the same. "I don't think I love her mummy, I know I do." One day when daddy was away on one of his many trips abroad, I sat with mummy in the living room fiddling with my mobile and wishing I could go...