Guilty conscience Stories

In the days that followed, guilt became something I folded and tucked away like old letters in a drawer. Jack had claimed me again and again. Not every day, not every hour, but enough that I began to expect it. Enough that I stopped thinking “not now.” I wore my usual business attire, those fitted blouses, pencil skirts, low heels but I noticed now how his eyes scanned my body each time I walked in. And I’d stopped feelin...

After seeing the last patient of the day, Luke said a quick goodbye to Graham and then retreated to his office. It had been a little over a week since he'd sent Celeste home with Liam, and since he'd confessed to Vanessa what he'd done. Now, he made every effort to avoid the nurse when they weren't working together to treat a patient. Sinking into the chair behind his desk, Luke removed his respirator and glanced around t...

Luke made one last attempt, halfhearted as it was, to stop what he and Celeste had set in motion. Turning away from her, he took a step toward the door, but she was before him in an instant. He froze, torn between lust and shame. Celeste dropped her stare to his obvious erection. When she again extended a hand to touch him, he did nothing to dissuade her. Eagerly, she worked to unbuckle his belt. "Celeste." Her name was s...

NOW The aphorism that “you never forget your first” was one that had always bothered Bertie. For one, which ‘first’ was it referring to? His first crush would have been on a classmate in grade school, but which classmate or even which year had been lost to his memory. His first kiss was a dare in junior high. The kid who dared him was named Ken Jakes, but the girl in question? He couldn’t remember her, either. Even the de...