Another short story so please no comments about that, also only comment on eddittiting if you are offering. *** Was I dreaming or was my phone really ringing? My eyes pretended to open and look at the clock, without glasses I struggled but it looked like it was about half past two or ten past five, I stumbled out of bed to find the phone in my trousers poc...
I have to say that my life is going pretty well. Good job, great wife and daughter, a decent car, and a wonderful home. Although I am happy and won't ever do anything to change these things, I will admit to a few fantasies that I've harbored for a few years now. One of my favorite fantasies I toss around is of one of my sisters-in-law. For the sake of a wond...
Chapter Seven: The Last "You are a virgin, are you not?" Hera questioned, her porcelain brush stilled a centimeter away from her silk-like black hair that reminded me far too much of Nyx and her eldest son. As I stared at the Queen of the Gods her question reverberated through my body. "Of course, your majesty." I bowed my head respectfully, trying to re...
Mikey Franchetti felt like had just won the lottery, dodged a bullet, and been struck by lightning all in the same day. He was sitting in the back of a brand new Cadillac Coupe, series 62, riding through the Los Angeles night towards the Sunset Strip. The suit he was wearing felt just like a second skin, which shouldn't be surprising - it was brand new and t...
Most of the stories written about Regina, were written by my husband who I'll call Steve. The stories, for the most part are fiction, except for "There's only one way to find out" and "That thing was inside you?", chapter one only. The rest was made up. The story I'm about to tell, however, is completely true and happened just last weekend. Steve will find...
It's been nearly three days since Susan had her car towed away from the department store and taken to the mechanics. He said it was an easy job; it shouldn't more than a day. But she was in serious need of her car. She was behind in all her errands, she was tired of borrowing her son's car and having to hear him complain, and she was getting exhausted being...
"What the hell are you doing here?" I just blurted it out, right in the middle of the Three Cups Restaurant in the Village as I stood in line to pay my bill. Steve Northmount, an old friend of mine from high school, was finishing up a business dinner with a client. "Steve…I thought you'd ever went east of the Rocky Mountains..what gives?" A multi-millionai...
While I was cleaning up after dinner, Kayla prepped some dough for my folks to use over the next few days. She'd mastered the art of breadmaking and had her back to me rolling out dough on the granite counter. I could see that she had borrowed one of my sister's shorter dresses, and the cheeks of her tight bottom peeked out everytime she bent over even sligh...
The rest of that Sunday turned out to be a celebration of rekindled romance. Tina and I seemed to find any excuse to be together and to touch each other. After lunch we sat cuddling each other on the sofa, watching TV and munching tidbits. We exchanged frequent kisses and loving caresses as we lazed away the whole afternoon. When the kids returned later in...
We were like many small-town young married couples in the 1970s that got married right out of high school. Lisa and I were sweethearts in our senior year and were both 18 years old at our small wedding. My young, shy, naïve wife was just 5'3" tall and weighed 105 pounds with short shoulder length blonde hair. I always loved her bouncy little B breasts and fi...