This is not my typical story. But then, this story did not come about in a typical way. I normally see a story in my mind, flesh it out as it plays through my mind several times, and then write it out. This story would not do that. It remained jumbled and kept going down what were apparently dead ends. Then I realized that what I was seeing in my mind was t...
The sleek white Jaguar sedan cruised effortlessly along the highway south of London. I had bought the Jag just recently, and I had gone heavily into debt to purchase it, but it was my pride and joy. I just loved driving it, especially on the highways where it could really show its paces. Sitting next to me was my current girlfriend, Miranda. It was a Thursd...
He sat writing at his desk. Writing fiction is taking a trip into a world that exists only as per the terms suited to the author. If that fiction is erotica then you can do things which you would not contemplate in real life. And that was why Shyam wrote. It allowed him to indulge in fantasies about all the women he encountered in life. Women who he talked...
I wrote this in 2000, so it's been a while, but I thought it worth sharing: "It's been almost two years now since it happened, and I've managed to forget and remember it a hundred times over. He said he wanted me to remember - made a point of that - but sometimes it's easier and less painful to forget. Because remembering is one thing - but the longing to g...
The texture of the lace on her bodice aroused him as he dragged his finger across her rising white décolletage, trailing up to her chandelier pearl earrings and around the curve of her little ear. She shivered. "Sir, its dark here, I wish to return to the party", she said, out of nervousness as much as the night around them. He smiled at her slipping his arm...
Chapter 47: Does New Orleans…And An Old Guy A girl friend wanted me to go with her to New Orleans La. To help her take care of some personal business that she had to do. Her aunt had died and she was had left in the will a townhouse to my girl friend and she just wanted some company along on the trip. We had gone down on a Thursday night and the first thing...
I have recently joined the 'twirlies'- pensioners who get on the local buses for free after 9.30 in the mornings. If the bus arrives at my stop at 9.29 I have to ask if I am too early...hence the nickname. The driver who asks for payment is always the loser as I call him a little Hitler and lambast him verbally at the front of the bus for a minute or so unti...
"Really, Sinestra, you have to get over this obsession with young Woodbead's class," Arachna, Lady Lacrodecta of Cob Priory chided her daughter as she changed the cast on the girl's arm. "Have you bothered to actually read Twerp's Peerage, especially the early entries on each family? The Nobility weren't created by the gods, after all. All of us were 'common...
Thanks to Ruzie D for the edit. They were gone. My blemishes. . . gone. The acne, the warts, blackheads, razor scars, skin pits, heck! Even the birthmark, gone, as if they never existed. My face was smooth and unblemished as a baby's ass. I looked at the rest of my body. Every lump, every trace of zits, warts, gone, all over. So was my body hair. Underarms,...
Whether we like it or not, we're labeled. Sure, we all have our individual names, personalities, and peeves, but we all fit into those little groups that society uses to define us. MILF, Douche, Prissy, Ghetto, Nerd, That guy/girl. Like the skin of a snake, we eventually grow out of our former identities, some into different persona, others into the same on...