All characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older. * It was the summer of '69. It was the summer of despair. "The heat waves shimmered in the distance, rising off the sand in an unmerciful display of mother nature's authority. We lay where we had been for hours, in the only good cover around. Off to the left, we heard enemy snipers...
Threne had seen this dark skinned woman before, but he was in a form she wouldn't recognize. He changed his form very often, you see. They were in a pub; it was just before the sun began to set. The room was a world of brown, gray, and orange. Brown woods, gray stones, and orange from the firelight that would soon seem brighter as the sky would darken. T...
After weeks of talking to one another on the phone and online, we decide to meet. We both make up stories for our spouses about someone at work having tickets for the opera that no one wanted . . . and we get away. Since it's our first meeting, I take special care in dressing for you. Short black dress, colorful jacket, just enough makeup to tantalize, and...
Sophie trudged sullenly through the rain. On a normal day in Portland, riding the bus wouldn't be so bad but the normal liquid sunshine had become a full blown torrent and brought high winds along with it. Her raincoat did little to protect her slight frame; the wind constantly blowing her hood down and the rain pelted her at all angles. She'd only been off...
I first met Sophie just after her mid-course exams. She's failed miserably, and needed my help as a tutor to improve and get the grades she needed for a place at university. But I never dreamed she'd repay my hard work the way that she did. This is a much improved version of the story posted previously to ASSM as 'The Maths Tutor' * * * * * I met Sophie s...
Some people hate that word: whore. I think it is beautiful. Look at them, now. They cannot see you. The window is mirrored. I watch it all from here. My girls and their clients. The ancient dance, the men and the women. Always the same, yet always different. Look over there, now, by the bar. See that girl in the silver mini-skirt. Tamsyn. The o...
Xenia walked across the hotel room, swaddled in the thick terrycloth robe that the hotel provided. She and Clarence were going out on the town in Las Vegas! She was excited, eager to get her drink on and her groove on and her fuck on. She turned on the shower, letting it run to get hot. She grabbed her toiletries bag, pulling out the small bottles of shampoo...
Day 8 - Sunday - February 19, 2006 Author's note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the eighth day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previou...
The Beaches in Spain ~ Friday Ryan was already at the table, sitting next to Lori when Tina and Irene arrived at breakfast. His eyes questioned her as she walked up, the subtle 'did I go too far?" look deciphered only by her. She had the choice of where to sit, and without hesitation, took the seat next to him. When his leg bumped hers, non-verbally askin...
(This is for Red_Power_Borg who has made sure that I know somebody knows that I'm alive over here and for the 50 or so people who managed to take the time to vote on 5 stories. C'mon people I saw a few thousand readers is clicking the little dot really that difficult?) Bryan was standing next to an eight-foot tall paper mermaid with a cup of fruit punch in...