Chapter 2: Let's Make Up Lynn walked into the bedroom and threw the bags down on the bed, a white lacy suspender belt falling out from one of them. "Wow," smiled Chris, "you weren't kidding about the weekend." "I certainly wasn't. Now lose the dressing gown and turn around. Shut your eyes too, keep them shut until I say otherwise, and remember, no more questions." Chris did as he was told. He really wished he could watch...

Chapter 1: Sexual Equality It was Saturday morning, they were both lying in bed awake and the tension was almost suffocating. At last, Chris had the courage to speak. "Look, I'm sorry, but I just can't switch on like a computer at least not right now, I need something to get me going. I do love you, but all this stress with my job just makes it really hard for me." "Or not hard!" came the barbed reply from Lynn. "Well, th...

The man meanders through the heavy fog and the light drizzle. He has an umbrella, but it's cold as well as damp, and he has no coat. His heart is heavy, and he doesn't notice the weather.   The wind strengthens, and the fog lightens, but the rain is heavier now. He's passing an open diner so he goes in. It's empty except for the waitress at the counter. He takes a booth by the window, and a few moments later, she saunters...

July 28 – July 30, 2007 Heather was at home—yet, she wasn’t. She was not in the cute little house that she had just bought, nor the town she lived in. She was quite literally at home—meaning her parent’s house. It was the house she grew up in. The house that held so many memories, she almost couldn’t think straight. Every wall, every turn of a corner, every time she walked into a room, some vision of a world-gone-by would...

Wednesday, June 4th, 2007   “Wanna race?” Mr. Coleston asked as he and Heather walked out of the teacher’s lounge together. He made this joke at least once a month. Quite often, the two of them would find themselves leaving the lounge at the same time. Yet, they both took different routes through the school building and back to their rooms, which were across the hall from each other.     Heather smiled at the familiar ref...

I spend the better part of a day winding my way across the broken land. The white, icy belly of the glacier lies behind me, rays of sun scorching my watery eyes as she reflects the light towards her abandoner. The rugged, contoured and grey body of the mountain, her never-ending lover, seems to dislike my presence. Perhaps my bond with his love is too demanding. He places fast flowing creeks and steep crevasses in my way,...

February 17th and 18th, 2006 The Public school system is a curious beast. If a teacher is employed by a school district, and that district discovers that said teacher possesses some skill that can be exploited—then, exploited it will be. “You were a cheerleader your sophomore year in high school? Great! You’re our new cheerleader coach.” “You were in a play in eighth grade? Want to be the drama club sponsor?” “You took tw...

August 5th, 2007: After Mitch turned thirty, he was experiencing a lot of the same emotions that most people feel when they reach such a milestone birthday. Am I going to be doing this job forever? Is this where I’m going to live for the rest of my life? Is this all I’m going to amount to? Those types of things. As his mind considered these thoughts, he made the decision that maybe it was time for him to buy a house. He’d...

Friday, July 4th, 1997 “Independence Day,” Heather corrected her mother testily.   “What’s that, dear?” Mrs. Meinders asked distractedly.   “The holiday is called Independence Day, not the Fourth of July,” Heather repeated.  She breathed out a sigh of exasperation. She had argued this point with countless people over the years.  It was a major pet-peeve of hers. “Do we call Halloween, October thirty-first? Do we say ‘Happ...

Jon Todd walked into the bar at the Edinburgh University Students Association and went straight to the bar. “Pint of 50 shilling please,” he said to the barman, his flat Yorkshire vowels contrasting with the softer Scottish accents all around him. He’d only come to Edinburgh the year before because that’s where his father had studied, and HE wanted his eldest child to study there as well. It was one of the prices you paid...

Buzz, buzz, buzz, the alarm clock rang. Today was a usual workday, and at six in the morning she was up. The first thing she ever did was open up her wardrobe, watching the double doors slide open as her gaze automatically fell on her display of undergarments. “Black or purple…” Marnie questioned with a murmur, just thinking for a moment or two. “Frilly or silk, maybe I’ll go for my best velvet.” Laying out her chosen und...

Friday, July 20th, 2001 The sun beat down on Heather’s bare skin.  It was hot and it was humid. She had started sweating the moment she had stepped off the airplane two days ago, and hadn’t stopped since.  The only time she felt remotely comfortable was when she was wearing her bikini—as she was now.  It wasn’t much of a bikini either. She’d bought it, especially for this trip. “If I’m going to be on the beach in Cancun,...

Gwendoline squirmed in her bonds, only a thin strip of gauze hanging front and back from a metal belt covered her, with her pert sexy tits joined by three rows of thin chain clamped to her nipples. At age sixteen, she had been deemed suitable as a volunteer for the annual sacrifice to Raargh, the Dragon which ruled this area of fourteenth century Britannia.The contract was that for a sacrifice of a young virginal female o...

Author's note: this is a standalone story and not part of my Cuckquean Diaries. It is loosely based on a tale I was told by a close friend, in a borrowed t-shirt and jogging trousers, over Eggs Florentine and strong black coffee the next morning. Names have been changed to protect the very very naughty. ***"Two tequilas please!"My friend Margot leans over the bar, waving to attract the attention of the bartender. With pra...