Thanks to my wife for suggestions how to improve the story. She is the epitome of beauty, grace and dignity. * * * THURSDAY: The look in Harold's eyes spelled trouble. I had plans this weekend; my husband Rudy would not be happy with a last minute change. But as forty percent shareholder in our partnership, Harold was pretty much my boss. I made a fair bi...
WARNING! RAAC STORY AHEAD! PROCEED AT OWN RISK! #Authors notes #1 I welcome all constructive criticism on this and all my stories. I thank those of you who have responded in the past and I have taken all constructive criticism seriously and it has helped my writing. Once again—a heartfelt THANKS! #2 In a comment on someone's story, I agreed with an anonym...
It was time for the Thanksgiving Formal at Barton Hills. I had spent the last four weeks trying to figure out a way to seduce Mim. My roadblock was that I didn't think Mim would fall for any cheap tricks. She was not only beautiful, but smart and sophisticated. In the end, I decided to just go and have a good time. Maybe karma would be with me. At the very l...
The week started innocently enough. It was a simple holiday away at a campground with his wife Kelly and their daughter Hannah. They couldn't afford hotels for the week so they decided to spend the week at her parent's trailer. Their lot was in a very serene location in an often empty area except for the peak times of the year. They arrived in early Octobe...
They say that the eye is the window to a man's soul. If so, then watching Lora is my way to ecstasy. She enjoys being watched. I know that. And I enjoy watching her. She knows that too. It seems to be a simple arrangement. Two people who have never met, and probably never will, engaging in something that so clearly outside the bounds of "proper". What would...
Sound and the Fury: NOT by William Faulkner It was still raining. The sounds from the next room had stopped a few minutes ago. I was lying on the bed, covered with a single thin sheet. My erection was starting to fade now. The room was dark, except for a bright spot on the wall above my head, cast by the lamp on the terrace below. It must be after midnight,...
"You don't understand -- I need to know what to do to get him back," she sobbed. Mona was in a desperate state. On her mom's advice she'd come to me for a tarot reading. Poor thing, her first serious boyfriend had just broken up with her, and she wanted to know what to do. At eighteen, for some reason, she could not see the value in herself, and measured h...
I have to admit, it seems a little strange for someone like me to be writing a how to article on writing good sex scenes. Anyone who's read my profile knows that I have the absolute least amount of experience with real world sex possible, none. Yet, if reader response to my stories is any gauge, I seem to know what I'm doing (If I don't, will someone please...
Hiya. Beth here. Not my normal chirpy self – I am alone in the world again. Well, as alone as someone like me can be. I still have a regular fuck when I want it – just nobody to call my own. Not that there is a lack of offers! Fuck, the men find out I am single and they act like panting dogs after a bitch in heat. Hmm, which is kind of what I am I guess. J T...
Outside it rains. And it rains. I don't hear Darlene's car until she presses down on her brakes and the brakes squeak.. I her her say "Damn"(the rain) and Darlene's slats hitting the sloshy mud. Darlene opens the front door as a thunder crach splits the raining sky right behind her. As usual I am reading something old as hell, a classic novel. Tonight it's...