While I enjoy a wide variety of cuisines, I must continually remind myself that I am getting older and the things my iron clad stomach once handled easily, now can be dangerous extravagances. The man who would face habaneras with but a single bead of sweat on his forehead, who would munch jalapeños with glee, and happily consume the thai peppers his friends...
We were on our second Margaritas when Melissa caught me looking at her cleavage. She smiled and leaned across the little bar table, her brown, curly hair hanging in ringlets around her pretty face: "Hey, can I tell you a secret?" She and I weren't really going out, not exactly. I didn't know what the heck we were, to tell the truth. I'd met her because I wo...
Hello, fans, and welcome to another installment of the adventures of the "feisty, glamorous, and quick- thinking" Miss K. Well, she is according to my latest review from LadyCyrrh. I reserve all commercial and non-electronic rights to this work. Also, if you're not legally allowed to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please do not read this story. W...
As I looked from the ocean to my friend Carol, I wondered how much longer she wanted to stay. Our plan had been to come and hunt for guys but there weren't any guys that interested me, although Carol never seemed to tire of pointing out ones I should approach. Walking up to a guy I didn't know wasn't my style. According to her this is why it had been several...
My favorite sweet thing. Besides you, of course. I was introduced to it as 'spiders eggs'. I think some people have called it 'frogs eggs'. I suppose most people just call it tapioca pudding. And now I am going to combine my two all-time favorite sweets. We sit, naked, at the dining room table and I place the small container of tapioca pudding you have br...
I would like to thank everyone who sent me feedback on my earlier stories. I would also like to say thanks, to my devoted fan. He knows who he is. * * * * * I love to drive. The feeling of freedom and being carefree seems to get more intense to me as the miles fly by. I don't know how else to describe it. I love to drive with the windows rolled down so the...
I am in the bed with the back hitched up just between sitting and lying when Miss Jennifer comes in. She walks across the room looking at her clipboard, which she sits on the nightstand to my right. I watch her as she stands over me but she doesn't return my gaze. How are you today, Mr. Wells? she asks. I'm well, I say. This is the way I like it. Impersonal...
It's a cold January Saturday afternoon inside the college gym. The first wrestling tournament of the new year. Frida (25 yrs.) is a voluptuous Latina (36-24-36) who wears a wool jacket and black jeans. She sits in the front bleachers. A press pass hangs around her neck who wears only a sweater with no bra. Her black hair hangs loose as she looks into her "Ni...
I expect this to be stand-alone entry because I'm at a loss as to where to take it from here. But I hope that doesn't stop you from enjoying this submission as-is. -JillieB * * * * She woke with a sudden start, her heart racing. Sitting up in bed, she nervously looked around the darkened room, quickly reassuring herself that no one else was nearby. She...
Part 2 and a half: Not to be outdone...the game was now on and I composed the following reply. He leaned back against the headboard of the bed...spent, relieved, content. He exhaled purposely while staring up at the ceiling..."You are a very dangerous woman, Ms. Lauren" She propped her head on her right arm and turned to him. "Oh, really?" she coyly rep...