This story is the eleventh in a series. This installment is less erotica than usual but is necessary, in the author's view, to move the overall story along. Hopefully, it is still an entertaining read. ***** I have to admit that it isn't often to my experience that you meet a girl's parents while you are standing naked with her after having just publicly...
Bryan Jensen's family built a rustic but spacious house on a lake. His father drafted Bryan to help with the construction so often that we used to joke that he was secretly in the National Guard -- "one weekend a month and two weeks a year." Now that it was finished, we got to reap the rewards of his hard work, as the scattered members of our high school cir...
It was late when I got home. I had finished my last trip down the Middle Fork of the Salmon earlier in the day and I was tired. The summer floating season had been great. I guided six trips during the summer. Like always, I had the pleasure of introducing this national treasure to people from all over the world. The guide crew was an excellent mix of young p...
Amelie had no idea that it had leaked. Not until everything started. She entered the subway carriage and as was her habit on the way home from the lab, ignored the empty seats and took hold of the overhead rail. She liked to stretch her legs, to ride the sway of the train, to loosen her taut muscles after her lunchtime squash match and too much sitting in t...
Carrie stood in front of her student mailbox staring at the note. It was a half sheet of notebook paper with a message scrawled across it in pencil. It looked as though the person who had written it had pressed down with a lot of force. It said, "I'm going to beat off while I watch you tonight. Go Tigers" She shivered. It was the third note that she had got...
My name is Melanie, and I am a student at a large state university—a place that has quite a reputation as a party school. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that I am masquerading as a student to get some interesting perspectives on college life in the millennial age. I am really a writer/blogger working for an alternative newspaper. My editor approa...
My heart beat inside my chest heavily as I finished the climb to the top story of the library for their public computers on campus. It was the most humiliating experience knowing that you once had a working laptop but a little spilt coffee and now you were forced to sit next to the guy who was mostly bald aside from the sickly thin ponytail sticking out the...
Kim Peterson smiled as she sipped her morning coffee and stood on the edge of her large, kidney-shaped pool and surveyed her backyard. The early morning sunlight shimmered on the surface of the water and she could see that the light peeking through the leaves of the trees was slightly distorted by the heat escaping from the nearby hot tub. As she gazed in th...
Mina's fingers shook, partially from nerves, partially from disbelief. Her breath caught as she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror -- her dark hair held back in a ponytail, her lips a deep rose red with lipstick, her eyes darkly enticing, their already charming colour subtly enhanced by the merest application of purple eyeshadow. She was stunning. He...
Hi, Hope you enjoy the story. Please feel free to leave a public comment and/or vote. Your opinions and criticism are welcome and appreciated. **************************** I guess life has been pretty good to me so far. I qualified as an architect, from a good college, and ended up joining a big firm with a reputation for award winning work. Things went we...