John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern Living." The house was built high on a hill, overlooking Mission Bay. And the shower, it was one of his favorite...
An account of the early life when Don got married and lived under Pa and Grandpa's roof. My Baptist Life - Don Brown There was a lot of activity in the Brown homestead in the late 40s early 50s as 3 healthy children were born to Jacob and Janet Brown. I was in the middle so had plenty of female support growing up, sometimes painful but always loving. We...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors and made suggestions to improve my story. Any other errors you may find are mine alone. * * * It's said that opportunity only knocks once, and am I ever lucky I answered that knock. Looking back, though, my childhood wasn't all that lucky. Dad and mom both worked to provide eno...
After our 5 year anniversary party was over Lisa and I went to bed and she was a lot more energetic than usual. "Boy you're really horny tonight. I know it can't just be for me." I said. "Of course it's for you Paul." Lisa said. "Come on Lisa, I know you better than that. I saw the way you were looking at my dad and my brothers. I think I saw you looking...
Okay everybody here's Ch.4 and I hope everybody is happy. The editor that I emailed didn't respond back, but I did read over my work about 3 times. I hope I added enough depth to the story and enough depth to Adam and Erica. Thx for reading and keep the feedback coming. Adam walked up the gravel trail to the warm cottage that lay ahead. He smiled as an ol...
"For Emily wherever I may find her...." - Paul Simon My two-year-old granddaughter, Emily, cried for a while, refusing to go to sleep. Finally she wiped her nose on my shirt, rested her head on my shoulder and dozed off in my arms after her "terrible twos" tantrum. Putting up with a cranky baby is just one of the joys of being a solo baby-sitting grandparen...
In just three generations, Alejandra's family had been through SO much. Her grandpa Antonio had left Spain as a teenager, seeking adventure and fortune among the missionaries who were colonizing the New World of Alta California. As an early Californio, grandpa Antonio had been given a modest land-grant on which he lived in a small two-room Adobe house. In A...
Chapter 3: Milo Morning dawned bright and glorious contrasting the billowing darkness within her. Tina stared blankly at the alarm clock on her nightstand. Another minute past like the myriad before it in an unbearable sadness she didn't know if she could endure another moment. Derrick and Emily had been gone for several hours already. Tina had tried to per...
Author's note: I did not expect I was going to post my short stories on this site. They tend to be tragic, and Letters from an angel is no exception. It's strange, I want my short stories to be powerful enough to punch someone in the gut. They probably aren't, not yet, but I'm quite sure that there's a glimmer of profoundness in each one of them. At least...
My first experience with sex was just after I hit 21. As all the girls gathered for our last get-together of the summer of 1978, we all made the unredeemable promises that we'd always be in touch and that we'd never forget each other. Oh well, we all know how that turned out, don't we? It's just one of those things that we always tell our friends, but someho...