David shaded his eyes against the glare of setting sun reflecting off the turbulent ocean. His conflicting emotions seemed mirrored by the crashing waves and he thought again about just packing up the picnic laid so carefully out behind him. Part of him wanted to believe that she had just been delayed but his commonsense said her fear of meeting a stranger...
In the first second of forever I thought of the long past that had led to now And never...Never... - hawkwind - I awoke in confusion. I Jeric who am immortal, never ending. I precursor of the white light, whose dawning opens more doors than seen even in the eyes and hearts of the charlatan sages and mystics that rob you mortals of a vision so vast. So here...
I sit nervously waiting for your arrival. It's the first time that we are meeting face to face since we met online. Your from Australia and it is always difficult trying to talk to each other with such different time zones. I look up at the sky as it begins to snow and can't believe that we are meeting on New Years Eve. It's a dream come true to finally me...
I think it was T.S. Elliot who wrote, "April is the cruelest month" . . . well it is actually March that is the cruelest, because that is when it warms up enough that the co-eds shed their bras and sweatshirts and compete to see who can poke the most nipple through a thin cotton t-shirt during class. I knew I was in trouble when Charlotte, a freshman, was ar...
My boyfriend told me had a sexy surprise for me that night. He didn't say what it was, which made me squirm with anticipation while we had a few gin and tonics at the bar after dinner. I'm 5'11", striking blonde hair, perfect sized breasts for my height, and I keep myself in good shape. He's 6'1", short blond hair, and an athletically trim body. We've been h...
It was time now for Lota to loose herself to a man. He could see the blossoming breasts underneath the sweet nineteen-year-old's bustier. Her belly was pretty and round. Lota's hips were big and it sent his mind whirling. Just then she brought in his plate of biscuits and meat. He grabbed her wrists as she sent it down. He stared at her then let her go. She...
Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. I was having an argument yesterday with a friend over whether or not pot was legal in Portugal. It reminded me of a woman with whom I shared a too few nights and many many fantasies. I remembered the way she tilted her face, the way she...
This is just the beginning of the story, a teaser. He knew he would not survive the coming day, the enemy was all around and vast. He wanted one more night with his wife, before his death and her capture. He lay on top of her, his passion and fear coursing through his body, making his touch for the first time rough and insistent. Crushing her breast beneat...
"Wait," she says. He can’t wait. He sighs as she fumbles with the keys to her apartment. She’s nervous or excited, he doesn’t know which, but they had the same effect on him anyway. He can smell the excitement rising in her; he can see her hands shaking so badly the keys would not fit the door. He calmly places a hand over hers and guides the key into the...
I hated weekends when I didn't have the kids, but then they have to spend time with their grandparents now and then, they need the contact and stability of family around them, its hard bringing up two small children alone, their mother died eighteen months ago of a long and protracted terminal illness. We had met at university and had been inseparable ever s...