I made it to the airport in Wilmington Wednesday morning just in time to check by bags and head through security. I traveled with a large suitcase that I checked, a backpack which had to be checked also, my carry on computer bag, and my handbag. I didn't really care anymore about the various toys, vibrators and webcam while going through security in my Burbe...
The silk of the lilac kimono grazed lightly against her perky nipples, and the upright bass in the jazz trio played a rhythmic beat that seemed in sync with the pulsing between her legs. Swaying bodies of dancing couples filled the dance floor around her, and occasionally a hand would brush her bare thigh, her hand, or there would be a finger dragged over th...
This is mainly true, somewhat embellished but precipitated by real events in our past. All this happened during that happy time of free love, in the days after The Pill freed women (and couples) from fear of pregnancy, and before AIDS and other STDs made everyone fear sex without wearing hazmat suits. We were not quite married when this happened. We were...
Chapter 09 – Hackney Clinic Dear Reader: This story presents adult situations in graphic detail. It is not suitable for anyone under 18 years of age. The characters and situations in this story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual people, places or events is coincidental. After seeing her previous evening's customer off to work, the dark...
I was only 18 when we met each other, I was living with my mother in the Midwest. I was getting ready to begin my Senior year of high school, and I had been searching the internet for online friends; stuck in an unforgettable truth. I had lost my eyesight in my right eye, due to a torn and wrinkled retina. No freak unusual accident, just pure chance. To top...
You wonder at times how a person who has normal, or even higher than normal, intelligence can be such a klutz? Here you have what appears to be a reasonable, functional, adult human being, with at least a modicum of intelligence, who manages to stuff things up with sickening regularity. Stella was one of these. She at university, doing a degree in Informat...
A story set in rural upstate New York State in the early 1970's... *** Mac Green chuckled to himself when he saw the neighbor girl from the other end of Neversink Road on her bike coming down the gentle hill in his direction on her way towards town, which was yet another 3/4 of a mile further on past Mac's modest farmhouse. "Neither rain nor sleet..." Mac...
Miss Mabel is my first attempt at erotic writing. It is set in North London in the late 1850s, and I have tried to get the speech and manners as right as I can. You may recognise that I have appropriated the character of Camille from Walter's tome My Secret Life. My thanks to volunteer editor CreativeTalent. Miss Mabel, a story in six parts Part 4. Pl...
Saturday morning 8:30 am, in the shower and getting ready to leave for The Book Store. If I wasn't so focused on a resolution to my feelings about Reg I would probably have stayed in bed and slept off this vicious hang over. That's what I get, I muttered to myself. It's punishment for being bad. Thank God Neil was a nice guy, it could have gone a lot worse...
Of all the nights for her 18th birthday to fall on...it had to be the worse of any birthday she had ever had. Not only was it the night of her Senior Prom, but everyone in her family had made plans that would keep them out late. Some of it she could forgive, her sister's spring piano recital had been planned since last fall, and since her father was a member...