Sophia and I sat together at the downtown Burger King, enjoying a meal together away from campus. It was nearly dark out, nasty, cold, and wet. Frozen rain pelted the windows. As I looked out on Campus Drive, the window acted as a mirror. I looked at my pasty, pale, freckled skin and my bright red, curly, unruly hair that was way overdue for a trim. Then I l...
© 2014 by Nom de Plume * "Missy, are you still there? Please don't hang up on me!" "I'm here." "I really want to see you." "I don't know, Ron...let me sleep on it, okay?" "Sure, Missy, whatever you say. Can I call you tomorrow?" "Okay. Bye Ron." I hung up before he could say goodbye. For a moment, I was actually going to give in to him! It did sound...
THE CAR I have to thank my editor Wildsweetone for all her help, especially her assistance with punctuation and grammar, not to forget her Eagle eyes spot the silly mistakes that both I and the spell-check have missed. If you just want to read about sex, either look elsewhere or skip the first fifteen hundred words. If you want a good story I hope you enj...
Part l- Two of the girls have a brief interlude in Fran's basement only to be interrupted by Fran's mom who ends up joining them: As much as Fran drove her crazy, Mrs. Lightner was still glad her daughter was home for the summer. She was relieved when she went off to college but now she was lonely and would be glad for the company. Fran and her friend Amy w...
The Honda bounced in the way that breeds car nausea. The windows were rolled down to let in the fresh country air and a sampling of dust that already gently coated the flanks of the Honda. Jack diligently steadied his hands to draw line by line pausing in between the big rocks on the grooved dirt road. The blue fifty-cent-7-11-pen draw deep lines into the ba...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 All Rights Reserved Author's note: Some readers might remember this story from a commercial site where I first published it under the pen name of Forest Hunter. Autumn Writer and Forest Hunter are the same person. They are two pen names I use. I hope that you enjoy the story. ************ Part 1 "Ah! The Windy City, it never chan...
Chapter 1: Fun with Hubby Since the time my husband and I discovered that we both had deviant sexual tastes we have been exploring different avenues. We have found that we enjoy many different flavors, unlike the first 20 years of being together with just good old fashion vanilla sex. This particular event I would have to say was one of my favorites althoug...
Long considered a possibility by theoretical physicists, Heavy Matter was proven real when a meteorite only 3 feet in diameter came to earth in Canada's remote Northwest Territory with an explosion that left a crater over a half mile wide. Only a few hundred Native Americans and their Caribou herds were killed, and the strong polar jet stream kept the worst...
This is more of a stroke story than anything terribly serious. In spite of the first person narrative, it is a work of fiction; it is not biographical. There are always snippets of truth and fact in any work of fiction. I've tried to give my characters thoughts and words which fit the time, the place and their situations. In my last summer of graduate schoo...
Some how I messed up the file names for my chapters. This is the real Chapter 3. I leaned my back up against the door and slid down. I held my head in my hands and cried. I was so close to cheating on my Todd! I can't believe how easy it was for that maniac to seduce me! I was actually considering letting him fuck me! My body was completely betraying my...