*Note - this is a chapter in the Fiona Files. These stores can be considered semi-autobiographical fiction, or just fiction. In these stories I will talk about Johnny and Fiona. Johnny is always the same person, mostly me. The Fiona Files is Johnny's journey. The character of Fiona is a mash of women, real and imagined. Enjoy. Please let me know if you have...
It was late Monday night, Ted was somewhat horny as he laid next to his wife Mary, it had been about a week since they'd fucked and if nothing else he just needed to cum. They both slept in the nude, but that was no guarantee she would let him fuck her, sometimes she was just too tired or not interested. It was a far cry from the days of their youth when the...
We were sitting at a glossy-topped, faux mahogany table in a local bar and grill, as was standard for our Girl's Night Out. We ate, we drank, and us single vixens made eyes at the clientele that came and went as we gabbed enthusiasticly into the night. Our married Megan were tamer, though not by much: Meg was known to have a phone number or two more to show...
"Guess what, Honey?" Maahir said in an excited voice on the other end of the call. "What?" Rubina asked with equal enthusiasm "I got the promotion!" Maahir said hardly able to keep his voice steady. "You are now talking to the Senior director of Marketing for the entire North East division!" "Wow!" Rubina exclaimed. "I am so proud of you, Jaan! I knew you...
(December.) Jenni had become clingy during Mark's forced leave of absence from work. It was like their first days together almost a year ago when he had time off for Christmas. They'd stayed in bed for hours and made love everywhere else in the loft, too. This time was no different, except she needed him so much more now. Plus, they couldn't fuck themselves...
With thanks to Edmond Rostand's Cyrano, Scheherazade and all the forgotten storytellers who kept her alive for all One Thousand and One Nights. ***** We had arrived at the cabin around sunset. The trees were cast in a golden light but we could not see the sun setting through the dense canopy. When we opened the door to the living room it was awash in orang...
~~Jack~~ Arriving in Jacob's cave was a weird experience. Climbing out of the remains of a kine's guts had been creepy as fuck, but not weird. It wasn't exactly something Jack hadn't figured the old Nosferatu had: sacrifice bowl, crazy symbols on the walls in blood, all the typical witchy witch stuff. The weird part was how there was a huge group of them, i...
This is a companion piece to the stories of Seaborne Memorial High School. It's Lucas' turn this time. He turned out to be a little more introspective than I was expecting, but then he is an English teacher. He's a slow, cautious guy; this ain't a quick spank story, though most of mine aren't. Enjoy! * * * Until that Thursday, I thought of her as "Liz...
"Rick?" I looked up to see Loren at the base of the driveway. It was hot for 10:00 AM and I'd been concentrating on pulling up elm seedlings. My shirt was off - I'm no great looker at 42, but I still have a few good years left in me. Anyway, I was a little self-conscious. "Hi Loren. Wassup?" She looked a little distracted, maybe even anxious. It was hard...
My name is Jim, James Hoggard, actually. I drive by the local university every morning on my way to work. Often there is heavy traffic and I catch many of the stoplights. I spent my time watching the female coeds. All shapes and sizes, some pretty, some not. Listening to the news on the economy I knew that many of those students were going into debt up to...