Author's Note: As always, any feedback from readers -- whether favorable or not -- is much appreciated. Please vote and provide your comments! Regards, Average Bear * "LIVES WELL-LIVED" The house lights in the hotel conference center dimmed. A spotlight flitted across the stage, resting finally on the solitary figure at the podium. Her sequined black dres...
My name is Miss Esther Summerson. If you have read Mr Charles Dickens' novel Bleak House you will have heard of me and the other principal characters in this text. His story is largely true but I blush to think how he exaggerated the goodness of my character beyond any benignity I can truly claim. I am writing this to shed light upon an aspect of the story w...
Ever have an event happen only once in your life that you think about fondly for years -- maybe decades even? I had it happen to me once; and only once. However, the endorphins that flood my brain every time that I think about it allow me to revisit it regularly, each time almost half as good as the real thing. It also changed my attitude about life and what...
Cheri was a girl from a good upbringing. Aunt Jenny and Uncle Mike were not her real parents, but she had been raised by them since she was 8 years old and called them "mom" and "dad". They were two very loving people, strong in their faith and love for their religion. The type of people who gave freely of themselves, going out of their way to help those les...
Milton, whom went only by his first name, was sentenced to 10 years in jail with an insanity defense. How a director of hundreds of pornographic movies ended up going crazy was anyone's guess. Friends and co-workers claimed that he lost it when he made the assumption that cum was an indestructible substance that would never vanish off the planet. He claimed...
I am a good, decent Christian woman in my late 40s, married for 25 years and only ever had sex with my husband. I stayed a virgin for him until we were wed. I am a regular churchgoer with a very conservative reputation. I guess most people would think of me as being a bit straight-laced and conventional, which I suppose I am in many ways. I do a lot of chari...
Author's note: As requested, here is a cast of the characters of the story, at least through the soiree at Indian House. I don't perceive any additional characters (at least not any significant ones) being added afterwards. Also, even though the father of the character Deedra Helmholtz was a very real mathematician, to the best of my knowledge, he never had...
Prologue It was an adolescent's dream come true. I felt my cock twitch as I gazed fondly around the living room. A half dozen naked and partly dressed people sat in the room with me -- one pair playing chess in the corner, another couple sitting on the couch cuddling and casually touching one another; she stroking his thigh, he idly plucking at an elongated...
All of the characters in this story are completely fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or otherwise, is entirely coincidental. Also all of the characters are well over the age of 18 - in fact the youngest is nearer 28. I have posted this elsewhere but if you've not already come across it I hope you'll enjoy it. ***** Wednesday Morning "...
My husband sits on the lemon-coloured couch, with his legs spread apart, and my eyes wander over his smooth, large thighs and the paltry conjugal apparatus he has between them: his penis is small and thin, with a little ridge near the head, and it droops down making a sad little configuration of manhood along with his two small testicles. I strip off my clot...