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Acting Out A Fantasy

Acting Out A Fantasy by Kilted Wookie Jess smiled to herself as she picked her way through the crowds and the street performers filling the Royal Mile. It was a warm August evening, almost too warm for the long black coat she wearing, but Jess didn't mind; it was all part of her plan. The coat she was wearing stopped just above her knees, revealing her slender but shapely lower legs, over which she was wearing finely meshed stockings. Jess's favourite pair of black high-heels and slender-framed sunglasses finished the look. As she approached her destination, Jess realised that she was becoming almost uncomfortably warm. She couldn't decide whether this was down to the heat of the early evening sunshine or the increasing anticipation that was growing within her. As she approached the café, Jess saw him sitting there, just where he said he would be, casually reading a newspaper. He looked up but neither of them gave even the slightest flicker of recognition as Jess walked pas

The Closest Of Friends

The Closest Of Friends by Kilted Wookie "Oh hell! Is that the time?" Fiona exclaimed, looking first at her watch and then at the clock on the wall. "Damn!" "What time's your bus?" Craig enquired. Fiona laughed. "About ten minutes ago," she replied with a resigned shrug. "Oh well, never mind. I guess I can have some more wine now and I can worry about a taxi when we're finally too tired to keep talking." Craig shook his head. "No need wasting money on a taxi. It'll take me two minutes to make up the bed in the spare room." "Are you sure?" "Of course I am. What's more, I'm sure you'll be glad to know that my spare bed is a hell of a lot comfier than the couch you used to crash on at my old place." Fiona smiled. "Thanks," she said, "And, actually, that old sofa wasn't that uncomfortable. I've slept on a lot worse." Craig laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure you

Taking A Chance

Taking A Chance by Kilted Wookie Slowly, almost nervously, Linda approached the café. Looking through the window, she could see him sitting at the table, drinking his coffee and casually reading a newspaper as he waited for her. Linda hesitated at the door and cursed herself silently for her uncertainty. She knew why she was here and she had been looking forward to it for weeks. Well, actually, months would be more accurate but, since that first ice-breaking meeting, circumstances had transpired to ensure this meeting had been delayed again and again. Linda had to almost pinch herself to remind her that this time, it was actually happening. They had, of course, chatted online any number of times, describing in detail what they would do to each other if the opportunity ever arose and it had become Linda's favourite recurring fantasy. And that, Linda admitted to herself was the source of her hesitation. Could reality ever live up to her expectations? Might it not be better to savour