This story involves a wife's infidelity. Without any repercussions. If you do not like these types of stories ... please move on to something you do like. However if such stories are something you can or do appreciate – realizing they are mere fiction and fantasy – please enjoy. To those still reading, this is a rewrite of a story I posted years ago under a...
Anyone who has ever been to Oak Cliff south of Dallas, knows that it is a very mixed area. At the southern end, it is very poor, and mostly black. On the north side nearer to downtown Dallas, there are some affluent areas. I grew up on the south end, and I'm not black. In the late sixties and early seventies, this was not a good thing. I attended Harrell B...
This story is a mise en scene. It features basic male/female lust. I wrote it for a friend. Enjoy. ***** "I feel weird. Talking to you about this is very uncomfortable for me. I've never discussed this, not so openly, not even with a shrink or a therapist." "What could be so heavy? What could be so bad? Did you kill somebody?" "No, I'm serious. I never t...
They sat there in little stapled magazines, surprisingly real. Their titles read School Hearts in English (it was originally going to be Entwined Hearts, but Naomichi insisted that no one in Japan knew what "entwined" meant). The first issue's cover was graced with an image of Yui, the second's by one of Sakura. The covers were done in black and white, partl...
My last year of school was a bit of a holiday. My best mate Trev and I mucked around most of the time and we caused as much mayhem as possible. At seventeen years old we thought we were god's gift to the girls and harassed them at every opportunity. We were also the masters of practical jokes and we took every opportunity to have as much fun as possible. The...
CHAPTER 1 We were twin brothers but far from identical. I am Derek. The older he got, the more Clive resembled the photos of Dad, and the young photos of Grandad D (Dad's dad), chunky and square. It was a shame Dad was not around to see it, but Grandma D (Dad's mum) was and doted on him, though she was always kind to me. I was more slender and oval faced a...
This is the third and final chapter of this story. You may want to read the previous chapters before reading this one. Thank you to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing. * My life has done a complete turn around. Our farm business has been growing. My grandfather and I have thought of expanding. He told me that I was doing such a good job t...
Chapter 2: The Quickening Nancy got home from the store, and climbed the three flights of stairs to her apartment, carrying her groceries. She let herself in the door, put down her food, and hung the catcher's mitt in the front window. In addition to being a college student, Nancy was a hand job slut. She gave hand jobs for twenty dollars. Most Friday and...
Lisa Wong was a slut. She wasn’t quite sure how it had happened, but she was fairly sure it had something to do with wanting to be accepted by the cool kids when she got to the United States from her place of birth, China. She was smart enough to learn English quickly, but to fit in perfectly she had started letting the guys around her ‘take advantage’ in a...
Chapter 08 -- Servant Trish Trish woke up before sunrise the next morning. There was no alarm clock to get her up; but instead there was something worse: roosters. The neighborhood was full of them. Flora and Pierre, it seemed, had one of the loudest and most obnoxious roosters of them all: a bird that delighted in standing right outside the living room win...