Hollis Thomas sat beside the small swimming pool in his back yard and watched his wife Tiffany and their best friend cavort in the surf of the Gulf of Mexico. In days past as he watched them play together in the surf he would also look at his surroundings and nearly burst with pride. He would be thinking about the culmination of their childhood dreams. They...
My senior year of college was very uneventful and basically the same as my junior year minus having Kevin fucking me. My dorm mate was a nerdy, engineering major and very intelligent with a very high IQ, but no social skills what so ever. I suspected he was more of a virgin with girls than I was. I often thought it would be sexy to dress as Natalie one day a...
Christine had returned home from college with her heart in pieces that Christmas, having lost her fiancée', sweethearts since their senior year of high school, who had suddenly seemed to fall from the face of the Earth. He stopped calling. He stopped visiting. And from everything she could discern about his disappearance... he stopped existing. And he wa...
I was giving a lot of thought to this afternoon's appointment. It was my first time to see a psychiatrist and the possible repercussions were bothering me. I mean, sure, I had always been sort of regarded as "off-the-wall", perhaps unconventional, maybe "eccentric" even, but no one had ever called me "crazy", at least to my face. For instance, I had never...
Preface Interested in reading about a wife's first time being shared, from the husband's point of view, not from an author's? Then keep reading. Although we ended up realizing this fantasy in real life, it all started out as a fantasy, specifically my fantasy. It started out as a single dream, and then over the course of a few months to a year, the dreams...
Authors Foreword. This story could be another story about 'the people next door.' I have throttled back on the big words, and the sex going on does not increase the reader's heart rate. I am getting some good feedback via private. Thank you. ***** Barbara Gaston, a financial analyst for one of the nation's medium sized investment and retirement planning f...
It was Thursday afternoon on a cattle ranch in an obscure corner of Southeastern Oregon. The ranch was at the end of a gravel road 20 miles from the nearest paved road, which isn't hard in Malheur County since there are damned few paved roads, and it is larger than a number of small eastern states. Of course, there are city blocks in New York City that have...
This story is the second in a series. While it is hoped that this story can enjoyably be read alone, reading the initial Brookhaven Inn story will provide context and background. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. ***** The impromptu strip which Cassie and I performed at...
For three and a half months Stew and Sherry were an item. They'd managed a date here and there and were really hitting it off. The 'occasional' rendezvous at work was happening as well but whereas the first couple of times no one had cared, first several times actually. As long as Stew answered his calls and didn't sneak off TOO often, everyone was cool with...
I groaned as I rubbed myself through my black lacy panties. As my hand moved, I began to grind up against it, my hard cock pressing against the soft material. Whimpering, I began to squirm, unable to help myself as I came, soaking my panties and leaving me a sticky, cummy mess. It had become my daily routine -- get up, go to class, walk back to my dorm room...