Petting Stories

When a pair of mysterious new students stroll onto Lily’s campus and set their sights on her, she soon learns this love triangle is really more of a game... a play of puppetry with plenty of house rules: a battle of wits which, upon meeting the man truly pulling the strings, she becomes all the more determined to win.

A collection of ten "flashes"
These are very short stories or vignettes.
Story codes apply to any one story, not necessarily to many.

These were my first stories ever written, in July 2010, using entirely fictional character names. Much later I wrote for the real Molly and her friends, who of course are much sexier.

My sexy dentist and her assistant treat my phobia with sex. Another dentist strips and treats my wife. The vists are real to a point.

What could beat, in risk avoidance, if you have a fetish for fourteen-year-old boys, a scheme of arranging a hookup on Key West in the shore time of a Caribbean cruise port call—arranging a hookup on board, making the hookup after getting off the ship, and getting back on the ship and sailing away after humping the boy in a seedy motel? What possibly could spoil that?

Prequel to 'How Does Your Garden Grow...?' Senior Constable Rosemary 'Rosie' Egan wanted to carve out a niche for herself at Mount Thomas, but she didn't plan on what would happen when she investigated Savannah Hamilton-Smythe...?

'Probationary' Constable Kelly O'Rourke was the harbinger of a change at the suburban 'Uniform Branch' at Flemington - the young blonde was the first policewomen to work 'General Duties' and that was really something! Joined by her former 'roomie' from the Glen Waverley 'Police Training Academy' and another blonde, Kelly intends to carve out a niche for female police officers...though not quite as Chief Commissioner 'Mick' Miller and the 1977 Equal Opportunities Act may have intended in 1980

Suitable for 14 and over PG

A chap seeks a replacement for a massage that was also a sex parlour for his previous arrangement had come to an end - read on

Squeezing into last year's bikini seemed like a good idea, but would only burst into embarrassing humiliation.