Lydia's lay on her stomach on the deck of the large yacht anchored alone, a mile from shore. The turquoise water lapped delicately against the hull. She flipped the page of the paperback book while her only foot floated in small circles above an upturned knee. Her slim attractive body betrayed her age. Most people thought her only in her early twenties thoug...
The first time she saw him she almost laughed. He was roly-poly, and wide-eyed, as if he was seeing the world for the first time. An image of the Pillsbury Dough Boy popped into her head and she chuckled all the way to work. The second time she saw him was in her office parking lot and that surprised her; first because she had never seen him there before an...
The following day, Becky was walking down the street in the neighborhood, finding herself in front of her friend's house. She knocked on the door and after a moment, it opened with a frazzled figure greeting her. "Oh Becky, it's you. Come on in. I got your text. What's up?" Marisa ushered Becky inside, as she looked out and closed the door behind them. "He...
I walked into the house, closed the door. The air was running but it was still close to eighty inside. I sat my bag on the chair at the table, shed my work vest and hung it on the back of the chair. Thinking, "Where is my wife? She usually meets me at the door with a cold beer." I heard something upstairs coming from the bedroom. I sit down and take my boot...
When Aaron returned home after dropping off Emily and Christina, he was surprised to find his mom home and packing up a suitcase. "Aaron, honey, I got a call at the store that my dad is in the hospital in Jacksonville. I've made arrangements for us both to fly down there. We have to leave within the hour. OK?" "Sure mom. How many days should I pack for?"...
This story is a work of fiction even though parts of it were inspired by real-life incidents. Any similarity to real people, living or dead, is coincidental. All the characters are 18 years of age or older. Do not read this story if it is illegal to read about explicit sex where you live. (Edited by H.S.) ***** My name is Lawrence Giovanni, and this is t...
Copyright© 2009 by Jake Rivers Author's Note: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, su...
By jay.palin © 2008. All Rights Reserved. All characters are at least 18 years old. My 22 year marriage was over, for reasons too numerous to mention. Our two kids were grown, had graduated from college early, and my former wife had naturally gotten the house in the divorce. My dad had died many years before and Mom had passed on more recently, leavin...
Bonnie Taylor is my neighbor and a very good friend of my mother. She and my mother are single parents both around 40 years of age. Yes, Bonnie is around 40 years old but in the eyes of this 18 year old guy, she is hot, HOT, H O T!!! With jet black hair, big blue eyes and a body that made her look 25 not 40 she is my masturbation dream girl and has been for...
Author's Note: Everyone in this story is eighteen or older! Stephanie and Arthur Miller watched through the second story window of their posh uptown home as the neighborhood burned down around them. Not literally, but figuratively. The arsonists were burly looking moving men. Their torches and firebombs were the crates and boxes that weighed down the back o...