Daniel awoke to the smell of pancakes. It took a moment for him to place where he was. It always did. His dreams were sometimes more vivid than reality, whether of smoke-filled battle fields or limp, lifeless blondes. This morning in particular the confusion hung over him. He ran a hand across his face as if to clear the cob webs from his brain. Pancakes? H...
"I don't believe it!" exclaimed Tom, as he saw his work colleague sitting in a seat by the window. Mark Perkins looked up from his paper, smiled and stood to shake his work colleague's hand. He had been waiting in the Optometry premises for his wife, Heidi, to have finished with the optician. As the two men started chatting they realized that both their wiv...
Morning came and Louise and I again made love before showering, dressing, breakfasting, and then going our separate ways for the day. I did a number of jobs before sitting down and writing an e-mail of the summary of the evening for Jo's reading and pleasure. Life returned to 'normal' with the return of the children and they were full of what they got up to...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a work of fiction and contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If this isn't for you, please move on. Comments are welcome, but try to control the name-calling and moral judgments. * "Hi, honey," Rhonda said, answering her cell, seeing it was Walt calling from his trip. "I miss you." Walt had been gone for two days...
A week passed before I saw Lynn again. Of course we were in the middle of finals and that probably kept us from fucking on a daily basis; that and her period. At any rate, we took in a movie on a Friday night during which I fingered her to several rousing orgasms and she blew me as I lay sprawled in my seat in the fourth row of the balcony. It was on the wa...
Chapter 8 Summer Vacation I had planned on playing baseball in the summer league with most of my high school teammates, but a letter arrived with bad news. My paper work had gotten there after registrations had closed. I was out of luck. I was devastated, and reacted by sulking for the next few days. This decision caused my mother to scramble like crazy...
To those of you who commented about the length of my story. I am new to this, and I apologize for the epic that it was. I just started writing what was in my head and got carried away. I have gone through and removed a lot that I thought was irrelevant. I was actually trying to make it longer, because I thought it wouldn't be long enough. I wanted readers t...
April Saturday, April 01, 2000 "Are you awake, Marilyn"? "Yes, Mrs Barnabas" "Are you playing with yourself, Marilyn?" "No, Mrs Barnabas" "I want you to start. I am going to suck Mr Barnabas' cock and I want to think about poor girls who don't get any cock while I do it." "Yes Mrs Barnabas" That is how my day started. I didn't argue, I didn't even he...
A further chapter in the story of the unlikely relationship between the beautiful blond heiress, Tara Hawthorne, and me, Seth Johnson, a poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks, during Christmas break in our sophomore year in college. At the time, Tara was nineteen, and I was twenty. You will have to read the first two parts of this story to understand th...
NOTE-- Same caveat and general sucking-up, dear readers. Family demands are still moderate to severe and writing time minimal, so this is again an early draft. Most of the basics, but stuff like period-appropriate language suffers. Mea culpa, adiuta fortuna. Grovelling, etc, etc. I also got carried away with the sex scenes, which slightly screwed up the orde...