In the storied, tropical realm of the Republic of Guyana, a unique society exists, made up mainly of Africans and Indians, both of whom were brought to this part of the world in ages past by European colonists who exploited them. The ancestors of today's Afro-Guyanese were forcibly brought to Guyana from West Africa, and the ancestors of today's Indo-Guyanes...
This is the third edition of an ongoing story between a 36 year old man and a 19 year old female roommate. I have written an alternate ending to this story and will include it after the original ending. Let me know which ending you prefer. I hope you enjoy. I arrived home from work late and walked inside. I could smell the aroma of spaghetti as I walked...
Since I'm sharing the story of one of Michael Jones, who likes to watch other people have sex, I thought I might allow the readers to watch and listen along with he and I as the narrator tells the story of his widowed wife having her first sexual encounter after her husband's demise. ~~~ Jon Thomas speaking; I was recently called in to see the old man; he...
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional including the several small towns. I used Bing translator for the translations. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever happened in any school, temple, or city between adults and/or teenagers in real life. The villages all come from my imagination, the events and puni...
*Note - This is a work of fiction. In the summer of 1973 I was 18 and I had no girlfriend. I had a good job making $6.00 an hour, 40 hours a week and had my own apartment. I had graduated that spring and had broken up with a girl that I had dated from my junior thru senior year. Although it had been a very satisfyingly sexual relationship, all we seemed to...
As those who know me here are well aware, I have voyeuring down to a science, regularly catching women in the neighborhood undressing by applying tried and true techniques. But that's not what happened in this case. My next-door neighbors, who have four young kids and both work, hired a sitter for the summer. I'd noticed her, of course, and that she was a...
Julie's ankle meant she needed to rest at home, but Mike and I weren't going far away. We headed down to the lakefront with some fishing poles, chairs and beers. He was an easy guy to talk to, kind and intelligent, not just sexy as I know he could be. We cast our lines and sat down, drinking a beer each. We talked about lots of things, and some more about J...
Thank you to my two editors and friends who make my stories a much better read, LadyCibelle and Techsan. * My wife and I have been married over fifteen years now. Three kids later and settled down into a somewhat normal life. I work the afternoon shift at the factory and she works day shift over at the insurance office. I usually get home around midnight...
When Kathy glanced through the smoke filled room of mostly drunk people she caught a glimpse of a familiar face. She could feel her heart rate increasing as she took in the image of John Dawson. It was not that she had a crush on him. She didn't even know him that well. He was a friend of one of her old college room mates. She had traded small talk with him...
All his life, Bradley Kenton had lived in Marickville, New York. He was born there in the summer of 1972, and had gone through his entire school years up until college there. He grew up in a suburban neighborhood with his mother, father, and younger sister. When he was ten, Bradley could remember his father and mother having a terrible argument. Screaming...