My dear friend James seemed never to be appealed by my curvaceous figure, even in my favourite blue summer dress; he never once indicated an attraction. He always seemed wrapped up in his studies, which was so saddening when I consistently thought of him in a less studious context. It was this thought that drew my gaze to the other side of the room; to asses...
Chapter Two: Little Red Corvette [*A note of explanation. The name I prefer is Bob. Melissa however chooses to call me Robert and her slight Spanish lilt [it sounds more like Row-bert] is so sensual I wouldn't have her call me anything else. Also many of my relatives call me Bobby even though I'm 50 something. I still love them even the ones that voted for...
This story contains no incest, but may contain scenes where a family member sees another family member having sex with a non-related person. ***** I had some apprehension when my mom put out an ad promoting her services as a part-time tutor for college students who needed extra help. As a student at the local college myself, I had a bad feeling about the i...
"Peter, have you seen your mother anywhere?" My husband, Isaac asks. "No, I haven't seen her all day actually." my son answers. "Well, that's kind of weird. Guess we'll just have to wait until she gets back to give her the present we got her for today." Isaac says. "Still kind of weird to disappear on Mother's Day. You'd think she'd want to stay here to...
My name was Roy and You were my mom you were cute blond with blue eyes, and you knew I was getting bullied by a kid named Peter. You were obviously concerned for me because you were my mom. You of course invited him over for a discussion on the matter. He knocks at the door, and you answer the door. It shocked you at how hot he was you said “please come in l...
Chapter Three: Arthur vs. Honesty [Three days earlier] The criminal hung his shovel and pickaxe in the tool shed and carried a galvanized metal bucket and a two-liter jug of pink soap over to the concrete slab. He slung off his orange leather gloves and unlaced his equally orange work boots; all four items had # 88588 stamped on them in black ink. He thre...
Like many people, I was bullied in school. I was small, slender and effeminate and, as a result, was often called gay, queer, fag and sissy by school bullies. The fact that what they said was sort of true just made it closer to the bone and more painful to hear. Like many teenage boys, I was going through something of an identity crisis surrounding my body a...
Heads-up: it's Smokey BDSM time again. Clearly, you've clicked to read, and so—fair warning: this is intense. You've seen a number of elements like this in earlier stories of mine. But as always, the core story and plot are unique. Some of you will love it, some will not. And in both camps, you know who you are. Either way, this story is dedicated to anyone...
Dear Shoeblossom... I don’t know if my involvement with Satanic Silki is my fault, because of my neurosis? You judge... First, my parents were weird, warped people. The oldest of us kids, Breanne, became an adulterous bitch, and my brother Brian’s effect was, he was a cruel asshole. And he ran off with my first wife. I’m Brogan, the youngest, the “sensiti...
"No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth." ― Plato Dried snot caked his nostrils, forcing the playground bully to breathe through his mouth. Fists balled into cords of sinew, he perspired amidst the four square diamond, in the midday Sun. He'd definitely lost control of the situation. Across the pitch, staring him down, was the entire student b...