This is my first attempt at a story; any and all feedback will be appreciated. My wife, Tammy, and I have been married for five years. I am 40 and she is 38 years old. This is the second marriage for both of us. We have done things with each other that we never would have with our previous spouses because both of them were boring and not daring whatsoever....
Author's note: Some elements of this story are true, while others are pure fantasy. Details have been changed to protect the anonymity of those involved. The three of us piled into the backseat of Evie's car for the ride home from St. Andrew's Hall. The ska show had been amazing and we followed that up with pitchers of margaritas at our favorite Mexican r...
Jessica kicked the autumn leaves away from her black Doc Martins and peered up the road. Still no sign of the bus. Pulling out her MP3, she nestled back against the bench and shrugged her jacket up to hide her rosy cheeks. Her favourite band blasted through her ear phones as she adjusted her silver lip ring. A few moments later, just audible above the musi...
We always hated it when it was Martin's turn to drive, though we only said it behind his back. It was about the only bad part of the carpooling situation the five of us had set up. We all took advantage of the corporation's digital bulletin board to find that we all lived in the same town about an hour outside of the city. Gas is expensive as is car upkeep,...
10:57 PM, nearby Winding-river town, 18 minutes and 15 seconds before the crash, The camcorder is switched on. It shows young woman's face, that draws back, and the interior of a car, seen from the corner of the front windscreen against the passenger seat. The woman sits back and begins a cheerful speech while tossing aside her long curly hair: "Hello. I...
Riley turned around abruptly at the strange noise coming from the backseat. Since the car had bucket seats it was easy to see into the back, but it took her a few moments to understand what she was seeing. She was staring right at Bob's erection, hanging - that is, standing - right out of the top of his pants. Chrissie's hand was wrapped tightly around the s...
You’re Trevor Felden, 19 year old dishwasher at the Chili’s in Downtown Cincinnati, and you want to fuck. It’s 10am on a Saturday morning and you are on your bed, phone in one hand, half-hard cock in the other. You’re holding your chubbie at the base, encouraging it, though it’s not yet at its full length. Right now, your mammoth meat is at about 8 inches. W...
She really had meant to explore the area when she had first meet the deputy, exploring backcountry roads and such was something of a hobby. This weekend she planned to pick up where she had left off the first time. If she just happened to run into her favorite law enforcement officer that would be a bonus. She would take the entire weekend to escape the conf...
The book signing event at the Barnes and Noble shop was proceeding perfectly into the evening. The author occupied a desk at the end of the room away from the aisles of books facing a line of customers that continued towards the stairway. On the desk was stacked columns of hardcover copies of his latest novel and he sat with his head lowered as he scribbled...
Stacy had had a rough week. All she wanted was to enjoy a drink at her favorite bar and let the stress of everything melt away, even if only for a few hours. As if to add to the mountain of troubles this week, she arrived at the door of her neighborhood watering hole only to find a "Closed For Family Vacation" sign. Shit. She had forgotten when Sal, the own...