The following flash story stems from a corny sense of humour coupled with the itch to do something different. Be warned, the story has little BTB, no RAAC and even less sex than primetime TV. Read only if you can tolerate LW presented in the form of a monologue spiced with a healthy dose of holiday humour. While it's not a great piece, I sincerely dedicate t...
- Hi, it's Joe! - Oh, it wasn't exactly yesterday, I answered in the phone. - I'm in town and thought we could meet for a beer and a bite. - Guess that's possible. Do you have a time in mind? - Next Saturday evening is a good time for me. Is that available? - I need to check with my wife. I have to come back to you. - Still married with that Meredith?...
I'm not sure this story qualifies as erotica, but it is certainly adult in nature. I don't claim to have 'written' this story in the sense of it being made up totally in my mind. I lived it. Here, I have just written it down. Have you ever had an incident that just stuck in your head and wouldn't go away? Even after 30 years or so? Follows a true story bas...
As soon as he met Amanda, Brett knew that he had found the girl of his dreams. She was beautiful, sexy and clever. She could cook in seven languages, had a happy nature and was the most fun to be with, either in or out of bed. There was never any doubt in his mind, right from the outset, that this was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Th...
At the end of the day, on the way home, I decided that after such a long hard work week, I needed to relieve myself. With so many difficult days in the office, I was glad it was Friday. As soon as got in the front door of my apartment, I called a couple of my buddies and said we were meeting at the bar for a few drinks. And quickly our plans for the night we...
1: Crook of a Finger Where I grew up it was unthinkable that one would find a partner that was different from the acceptable norms: very white, very Christian, and responsible with a solid future. Growing up, I dressed conservatively, limited my friends to the "good girls" and, I think, acquired a reputation for being strait-laced and plain. My father, th...
1. Done. Another cup of coffee and I am going to puke. My back hurts and there is this effing knot at my neck again. Fucking program. I am not going to bother and test that piece of shit now. Need to get some more fags. Have a wank. Unwind. Skin up. Gotta check my mail first. If that fucking cunt is going to request yet another additional feature, I'm goin...
Monday was cool and sunny, with a slight breeze that carried the scent and promise of early autumn. Jack Williams eased his 73-year-old body down on his accustomed bench in the small park downtown and opened his book. He liked this spot under a big oak tree whose leaves had just begun to show signs of changing color. The fresh air was nice and it was shady a...
Having walked eight miles Ethan eventually walked onto his family estate, standing at the door he made sure he was calm before turning the knob and walking inside. The place was quiet, but that was not unusual considering the size of the house in comparison to relative smallness of the family. The butler walked out not at all surprised at seeing his employer...
Hey everyone! Time to wrap this story up. Thanks for reading and all the great feedback and your patience with my slow writing! I plan to write more soon. Enjoy! * "An accident?!" Miranda shouted into the intercom's microphone as she scrambled to put her clothes on so she could rush down the stairs to meet the officer at the front door. She pushed the red...