Dear Dr. Jocelyn, I never thought my sister and I had much of a sibling rivalry. And to this day, I still don't understand people who resent their brothers and sisters. For me, there wasn't much to compete about. Roxanne and I are three years apart. We are both intelligent, educated women, who happen to have a lot in common; without stepping on each others...
She knocks on the door of the hotel room and smoothes out her dress; she realises how nervous she is. Her palms are sweaty and sticking to her dress. She takes a deep breath as she hears footsteps inside the room. She had been anticipating this day for years but she never thought in her wildest dreams that it would come; yet here she stands in a tight red dr...
The headlights of another car lit up the rear window of Ted Maddock's Mustang just as Janice, straddled on his lap in the cramped backseat of the car, had impaled herself on his hard shaft. "Ted—" "Oh, god, oh, god, Janice, you are so—" "Ted! There's another car." Ted swung his hip and turned Janice to the side, trying to maintain the purchase he had fin...
They call me Zainab Al-Jafaari and I have a wondrous tale of intrigue, betrayal, lust and power worthy of the thousand and one nights, only without the Caliph Harun Rashid to hear it. I am from the city of Al-Nasiriyah, a city in Southern Iraq, which is famous for two things. Our city gave birth to both the Iraqi Ba'ath party and the Iraqi Communist Party, a...
Tony Crosby had been promoted and his dream of having people working under him had finally come true. Tony's new position had meant that he was now able to have a secretary as well as a private office, something his previous position in the company had lacked. Tony had allowed the personnel department to do the preliminary interviews and only interviewed the...
This is one of several extra "mini stories" that are supplements to the Beach House series. Some of these will be elements of the story that I had in my head as I was writing a particular chapter, but which were left out because I couldn't fit them in or they didn't lend themselves to the first-person narration of the story. Others will be side stories that...
"Gawdamn yur a hottie!" the preppie drunkenly slurs, staring down at me as I move away from the bar. I push past him, brushing his obvious hard-on with my elbow and leaving him staring down at my tight little ass as I walk back to Kristy, expertly balancing the two beers and two shots I've purchased. As I set the glasses on the table, Kristy leans forward an...
I went from high school to a really huge state university, Penn State, where my two older sisters had gone and my younger brother probably would. At the suggestion of one of my sisters, I didn’t sign up for the dorms but rented a room temporarily while I “rushed” as many fraternities as I could. Fortunately, one of them accepted me. While living in the frate...
This story is true. I have written it as best I can remember the event that happen many years ago. Names have been changed to protect the key players. ***** My wife, Sue was short but very well built. Everywhere that we went other men could be seen to eye her off and it was obvious to me that she enjoyed all the attention. She loved sex. I was a bit of a...
When you tell someone that you are a Photographer the subject sooner or later turns to "fine art" nudes. I use the little "" because no one wants to come out and say "Hey do you do glamour photography?" It's is always, "So, you must have done some fine art nudes in your time." It is in all of us, that curiosity of the naked figure. And finding someone who ju...