Ambition Stories

I never married for love but for security and status. When my brother and I were at school, he would sort out any boys that laughed at me because I was a midget. He would wait for them at the school gates and give them a hiding. I rather liked watching him. Andrew was my rock in more ways than one. Sometimes at my husband's suggestion, I would sit on our Alsation dog and have a trip around the extensive grounds of the hou...

I knew the ending because I had finished the story that morning, but something was happening to me while he was stroking my hair, my head on his lap, his saying he was falling in love with me and how much he wanted me to stay there and wondered if I would change the story. What's going on with me? “ Where almost near the end,” I said, but was now uncertain of how the story would end. “Watch out. It gets pretty steamy.” “...

Sarah went into the kitchen, washed her hands, then took out from the refrigerator lettuce, broccoli, a green pepper, a cucumber, a jar of Greek olives, a small ceramic container of cheese, then from the basket over the counter, a red onion and a big tomato. Angelo came in with a bottle of red wine and Sarah handed him a cork screw and, with her eyes, told him to open the wine, then reached for two wine glasses. “ Hope yo...

Ever since I was a kid, I loved making up stories and had notebooks filled with stories about talking animals, ghosts and monsters, then, pirates, and, as I got older, in my teens, stories about getting kidnapped and then being saved by a handsome man, and they became love stories, some, by the time I was sixteen, so erotic, I couldn't help but play with myself. I wrote when I came home from school, or on Saturdays when n...