Dave, Suzi and Muriel have appeared in my other "Dave" stories. I've changed the title to freshen it up a bit and take it in a new direction. I've tried to provide background within the narrative of this story, but if you'd like to read the others, please do. Feedback, suggestion and votes always welcome. Thanks to DominaDearest for proof reading the origin...
We were home in plenty of time to change and go out for dinner. I booked the Italian restaurant for eight o'clock, told him which table I wanted and booked the taxi for a few minutes earlier. I told the girls what I had done and said that they had time to give me a fashion show with suggestions as to what they were going to wear tonight. I told them that th...
Views from the bathroom window while waiting for that memorable Chili, Pizza, Doritos and beer dinner feeling to go away. * The house stood high atop a bluff overlooking the Okanogan river and the little town of Jessup. The long dead builder's vision of grandeur placed it dangerously near the edge of the high bluff. Only a wooden fence five feet high stood...
When one has been stranded on a deserted island in the pacific for 4 months, the question of what they miss most about civilization arises. Introducing Benjamin Stewart, playboy engineer and inventor, our main character of this particular foray into the mind of mankind. His ship, Thoreau's Salvation, had been a marvel of sustainability, capable of staying on...
The dark young boy led them into the woods at night. The first frosts had eliminated most of the parasites. Hair protected some ears but others showed, not cold, but secretly red as their possessor's hearts drove the blood hard to all their furthest responsibilities. They had not travelled far enough from the community to escape the smell of local pine burni...
It was typical of Tamsin to skip out of supervising the builders, again, to go fucking - sorry, exercising. But Tamara didn't see it as a chore to take time off in order to stare at sweaty men all day. Plus today was The Day as the finishing touches were to be completed by about lunch. Leaving her the entire afternoon to play by, or rather with, herself. The...
My wife, Isabel, is Portuguese. She is slim, has beautiful A cup breasts with conical nipples, is 5'2", has long dark curly hair and a voracious sex drive. When we were just married this meant having sex three or four times a time, plus first thing in the morning at least five times a week. But after the first year or so my sex drive faded slightly and hers...
This is a non-erotic story marking the passage of time. It contains no sex, no people. Please do not read if that is what you seek. If you enjoy this very short passage, please vote. The vermillion sun clings tenuously to the day slinking slowly behind the distant mountains silhouetted in the gathering gloom. Once shafts of golden sunlight sparkled off the...
"Orgasms," she explained. Professor Lily's rose flower, which grew naturally from her scalp, seemed to shrink back into a bud, and retreat under her thick mane of forest-green hair. A sure sign that the buxom forest nymph was distressed. "That's why Dryads seem to be bound to their trees; Orgasms." She and the pink-haired pixie, Lisaeluriel (Lisa for short)...
It had been a while, maybe a year since I had seen her, the last time with an "interesting result that included vibrators, lube and anal. I was running a little late, but I got to her house, in good form, it was hot outside, so I was in my usual shorts and sandals. Got to her door and she greeted me with almost a formal hug, kind of standoffish, seemed kind...