Read more about a romantic burnout and his hunky jock crush... Thank you for the positive response! * * * * * * I wake up in my bed, tangled in the covers. My tongue is fat from the cottonmouth, so I lean over to my dresser and grab my mug. I always keep water in it because I wake up thirsty. The water tastes like it's from Jesus himself, and I gulp it d...
My twin brother, Will, left school early one day for a doctor's appointment taking our car with him. This meant I would have to ride the bus home. It wasn't a big deal but I wasn't happy about it. However, during my penultimate class, Tyler sent me a text message saying he'd give me a ride home. I had mixed feelings about it. I was happy not to have to ride...
All characters in this playful fiction are above the age of consent... ***** Sex was the only game in town... 'Everyone has sex. Yet everyone wants sex. That's the conundrum,' says Roly. 'All I do is provide a space for that interaction to take place. Nothing more.' No future. This far into the 1980s, I'm nineteen - straight outta high school with no qua...
I don't think Cupid has any forethought or planned technique as to his love matching. Impishly he flies over a gathering of people, loads multiple arrows into his tiny bow, draws back and aiming high lets them fly. Then giggling mischievously, he watches as the little arrows of love rain down randomly on the prospective lovers... Our eyes met for the briefe...
© 2014 by R. Keith Peck He lights up the joint he'd been fingering the moment he steps off the bus, even before the other riders dispersed Looks of horror are fired his way. Doesn't he know where this is? This isn't Denver. This isn't the inner city. This is suburbia. We're normal! A mother with a Greenpeace handbag clutched her fifth-grader's shoulder and...
Author's Note: Okay, I'm going to ramble for a minute. So, those of you who can't stand my rambling, go ahead and skip to the story. I promise I won't be offended. Anyway, I was thinking, as I was shamelessly waiting for the feedback and the votes on my last chapter, that I felt like the Mervyns lady. A lot of you won't know who that is, unless you are from...
"Night Hon." Lani kissed Mike, her husband on the check. It wasn't a passionate kiss just a friendly kiss goodnight. With a toss of her blonde hair and a flip of her hand, she acknowledged the other three men seated at the table. "Nice ass." Troy called to her retreating backside. Without turning, she flipped him the bird. "Don't make any offers, Babe. He...
I'll admit it: I have a little bit of an underwear fetish. Nothing major, I just appreciate the way it fits a guy or smells like his crotch after he takes them off. And I've never been too particular about the type of guy I'm into. And that's where the trouble begins. One weekend, my neighbors asked me to look after their dogs while they went to their daugh...
Recently, a gentleman e-mailed me about one of my stories. He asked what I would do, if my friend Brad actually propositioned me. Well, I hope this letter adequately answers his question, while entertaining a few other gentlemen. Dear Brad, Even though I act nonchalant, and pretend not to notice, I love your "inadvertent touches," and the kind "reassuranc...
"Man, what's he doing in there? I've got to piss like a racehorse." Rick said to Darryl. They were talking about Bruce who'd been in the lavatory for the past few minutes. Rick, Darryl, Gary, Warren and Bruce were all spending the evening at Darryl's house. Their respective wives had all met the fall before at a support group for women who couldn't bear ch...