"Your list of patients," said my receptionist as she handed me my daily round. She smiled sweetly, "Sarah Jones' daughter is one of them!" Now Sarah Jones' daughter was a budding supermodel, and when I say 'budding' I mean tall, slim, extremely beautiful, but only 18. I'd seen her as a patient at the surgery a few times, most recently when she wanted to...
Ch 04: The Boardwalk Adventure Part 1 Jen sits with her friend Crystal around the table eating breakfast. Crystal is wearing a shirt and some pants. Jen on the other hand is sporting her usual attire; naked from the waist up and a pair of cutoff blue jeans. They sit there calmly until one of them breaks the silence. "So you're really going to do it?" Cryst...
Note from the Author: This next chapter in this rather twisted tale is a bit more bestial than the first. Though his eyes did open first, Jacob's keen sense of smell became the first of his senses to register anything of interest. Bacon, he thought. I smell Bacon. Almost immediately a wry grin crossed his tired face as he reminded himself of a dog treat com...
Authors note: I hope you enjoy Earth Day in whatever part of the world you share Sunnie smiled gloriously, taking in deep delicious breaths. The scent of rich, damp earth teased her nostrils, and in her mind she visualised the tender green shoots that would eventually rise, reaching toward the wide, blue sky. Her long golden mane tumbled down her back, th...
It had just started to snow when I walked out the door. I wanted to be alone for awhile and think about things. I lived out in the country so the roads were empty except for the occasional stray cat, so I walked along the driveway to the main road, which didn’t seem to take very long. The wind outside was a tad bit on the cold side, and chilled me to the bon...
Tomorrow Night, I Promise: A sex story from the real world Sunday night: It's nearly 10 when we crawl on to the soft down of our new feather bed. We'd purchased it shortly after a quick romantic get-away a few months earlier. The feather bed in the lodge overlooking the Pacific Ocean had done wonders for rediscovering the passion we'd once known, a lovers'...
Note: This story was written (original version written long hand on 12 pages!) for a very special friend in my life, my best friend in fact. While we have never shared a bed, nothing stops us from sharing our fantasies. I hope you enjoy. * * * * * It was near the last night on the fire. The large wildland fire had burned for 12 days but the end was at hand...
"Have a good night at work," I tell my David as he leaves. He kisses my cheek, then hops in his car to go. With the garage door closing, I hear the freeing silence. David's schedule leaves very little time for intimacy and my sexual frustration has been brimming to the point of overflow. The few moments I squirrel away to finger myself have not been enough....
When the phone rings, I am hesitant to pick it up, letting it ring five times before I find the receiver in my hand. On the other end, the same quiet breathing echoes in my ear before the familiar voice whispers, "Tonight." Then ... the click on the other end and the hum of a dead phone. I close my eyes, holding the receiver intimately, lulled by the constan...
"I COULD WRITE A BOOK" But That Doesn't Mean You Get a Deduction Budding authors, before you sing Richard Rodgers' and Lorenz Hart's 1940 classic song from "Pal Joey", read and heed the lesson United States Tax Court Judge Vasquez gives you would-be best-sellers in Michael S. Oros, 2012 T. C. Mem. 4, filed 1/4/12. Mike worked full-time for Intel (ba-bing,...