Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Exit light Enter night Take my hand We're off to Never Never-land Enter Sandman, Lyrics by James Hetfield JENNIFER Can't... breathe! I hurled myself upwards in bed, yanking in deep lungs full of air through my mouth. My sinuses and head felt twenty pounds heavier and pain was thundering through my s...
At twenty-three years of age, Vickie was technically still a virgin. Ever since she'd become sexually active in a manner of speaking, Vickie had still managed to hold herself to the notion that she would not have intercourse with a man until she was absolutely positive he was the one. Not that she was even saving herself for marriage. That idea was as archai...
"No one, not even Bobby, can make you feel small unless you let them. So if that's how you're feeling it's because you want to," her younger sister told her. "What kind of new-age nonsense is that? Why would I want to feel like this?" "Palmer, you've always been a people pleaser. With Dad, with your teachers, with every guy you ever dated, and with Bobby s...
Author's Note: This is an attempt at a longer-format story. It could have been posted in many categories and it takes a while to warm up. If you're looking for quick-and-dirty, you'd best look elsewhere. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed. * * * * * "Why are those men all looking at me?" Amber wondered as she emerged from the surf. She was feeli...
She called it a dare, but I knew what drew me to it was the challenge. I came across the ad while browsing the "Casual Encounters" section of Craigslist (about as wild as my life gets these days). It was in the "W4MW" section, which I always found interesting. A woman admitting what she wants and adventurous enough to explore the possibilities was always se...
The secret to good writing is good editing. Okay, now that that's done we'll go out for some beers and... Oh, you want me to explain that? Well, I guess it might need some elaboration. Hold on, let me get out of my leather jumpsuit and put on my tweed smoking jacket. Where did I put that damn pipe, anyway? Ahh, there we go. Now... If you are reading this ar...
Note-This also has implied incest. This is the first part in what will be a series of stories. My name is Bob and I'm 22. I had just moved in to a house in Queens. I was unloaded the truck when a lovely blonde came over. I was unpacking when I heard a female say something. "What?" "Need any help?" she repeated. "That would be nice, thanks." She walked ov...
Ms. Crump was a rather stern and imposing teacher. One did not misbehave in her class. There was never any whispering. There was never any passing of notes. Students always arrived on time, if not a good five to ten minutes early. One always paid close attention, never got caught being distracted, which wasn't that easy as her lectures on Victorian literatur...
I've Been To The Top Of The Mountain And Tasted Paradise Gazing upward I view the mountain peek that your legs form as they straddle my nude body. All thoughts of the cold tile floor leave my mind as I watch a single golden drop form between your inner vagina lips. I think about the first drop of water from the melting snow atop the mountain that will be th...
Writers are often challenged with how to describe things and make a scene more real with details and yet how do you go about doing this while not breaking the spell the reader is hopefully in. One of the techniques that I like to employ is being a bit ambiguous versus giving very specific details. It doesn't work for every situation or every audience but it...