I was what is known as a 'late bloomer'. I lost my virginity at 20 and, until that happened I was shy and lacking in self-confidence, for good reason. I was raised by my mother and she had no idea about the important things that teenaged boys needed to know, like how to meet girls and survive beyond the first date. How to dress 'cool' like the other boys my...
Jessica Walters was walking down the street, heading home after finishing college for the day. As she turned the last corner into her street, she walked by her neighbours front garden. In a daze, she drifted past his front garden fence as she watched him chopping up some logs. In the hot summers day, he had removed his shirt & was sweating. She watched as hi...
Note: All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years or older. This is part 2 of 3. ***** I wake up before she does and sneak out of the covers, doing my best not to wake her. The sun has just risen. My bedroom - which is mostly all windows, facing out on a thick forest - has begun to glow orange. In the soft light, Sam looks angelic, except...
This is probable the best example of what not to do, when your world falls apart. I can't complain though, it worked out for me, but then again a chance meeting changed my luck. Chance, luck, and fate; three little words that can mean a whole lot of different things, to different people. Take a chance, make your own luck, and fate will take care of itself, t...
Returning from another long, tiring day at the office, I hoped Kirsty would go easy on me and act as she sometimes does; like my lover and friend rather than a bitch Domme from hell! Don't get me wrong, I loved her dominating me but after a long day of executive stress, I just prayed that I could soak in the bath and relax on the sofa with a glass of wine. E...
Communal solitude sometimes sits in the eaves before taking flight. Beads of sweat burst onto my brow as I muscled my way through another set of ten chin ups on the cross bar out in the barn. The aroma of the recent hay season was in my nostrils as the chaff stuck to the sweat on my back and belly and when I dropped to the floor a pair of rose breasted barn...
All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This story is not about pure sex and takes time to develop. ***** Blake sat down at the dimly lit office desk and put pen to paper. "I woke up late yesterday and missed the bus. There will surely be hell to pay. Drank way too much last night even though I've got a mountain of bills to pay. My head jus...
"Didn't I tell you I was feeling sick yesterday? What do you mean you don't remember? I definitely remember telling you. Well look, I'm not coming in today. Whatever I ate, it's coming out both ends. I'm glued to my toilet. What are you, nuts? I don't even want to get in my car, let alone my cubicle. Yes, I swear it's the truth. Ok, hopefully I'll see you to...
Bonnie's Bed The rain that chased Alvin and Mary across the bay on Sunday lingered into the week. When Mary got out of her car in the gravel parking lot at Faulkner's Wharf on Wednesday afternoon, she had to dash through a watery maze to get to the office door. She stepped inside and saw a tall, wiry woman sitting at the desk. The woman looked up at her, on...
The following is a completely fictional account based on true events. Any resemblance between the characters in this story and the real-life people they depict is purely coincidental. May 25, 1972 Fritz Peterson stood on a hill of dirt, amid a field of green, surrounded by a wall of blue fringed along the top with a distinctive gleaming-white façade. He wo...