It's true that life can throw you some curves, but how boring would it be if it were all straight lines? No, not all curves are bad. Take, for example, Tuesday, three weeks ago! I'm leaving my appointment, walking across the entrance plaza, heading for my car, checking the clock and figuring I've got time enough on my meter to stop for a coffee, when I beco...
Before I left for Baton Rouge on Friday morning I ventured into the kitchen for a cup of coffee … I sat at the kitchen table watching Queen as she slowly kneaded a mountain of dough for her famous pastries. The sleeves to her darsheka were rolled up above her elbows and her forearms showed the strength of a woman much younger. She was silent and acted as tho...
What a day! Surely my night would be better, wouldn't it? Usually Friday was the best night of my week. I knocked at his door, knowing that I should be pleased if he failed to answer quickly as it would give me a simple excuse to punish him, even if he had been good. And given how frustrated I was, and how much I wanted to relieve that tension within myself...
VII Dreams and Visions Sarah usually understood the difference between dreams ripped from the depths of her mind and those that just skimmed the surface. This wasn't one of those times. Despite countless hours of meditation and prayer, learning how to channel her deity's power into a mortal form and her own considerably grounded ego, she couldn't make he...
RING RING RING. Thunk. Quiet. RING RING RING. Chris looked up with one eye. His digital clock was 4:29 a.m. Is this worth it?, he asked himself, sprawled out on his dorm bed. Across the room, his roommate Kevin was sound asleep. RING RING RING. Chris answered the phone. "GET UP JERK-OFFS! GET UP! YOUR MISSION IS IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING CAMPUS SQUARE....
PROLOGUE There she lay and as naked as the day she was born while her eyes were locked on the beautiful young cherubs that were lip locked to each of her breasts. Her nipples erect and elongated well beyond anything her memory or even her masturbatory imagination could possibly conceive. Yet as they painfully ached deep in the mouths of these beautiful cre...
Gwynavere paced patiently in the bedroom waiting for that knock on the door she was eagerly anticipating. Her black corset was soft leather with silver ties lacing up the front. The cleavage it gave her started at the base of her neck and held the ties apart seductively, not that she needed help with her 38 DD breasts. She preferred her corset to conform to...
This small narrative is part of a larger work. "The Gardener" Synopsis: Mid-aged widower maintains homeowner yards, and also brings love and joy to a handful of lucky single women. One of his lady friends has a young woman relative who has a severe problem. The Gardener and all his women friends come to her aid, in this sexy frolic of life conditions, comp...
He stood in the long corridor outside of the entrance to the bathroom. It had been a long time since he had been here, but every detail seemed to be etched into his memory. The tile had been hand picked, carved in India; its detail played beautifully, swirling rose and ivory marble. The fixtures were gold, glimmering in the half-light of the room. An enormou...
Thanks to Endless Lover who took the time to edit my story! ***** Mark and I had been friends since forever. We were next-door neighbors during our uncomfortable school years and then we went to college together. No one could ever figure out why we were friends since we were as different as night and day. All I can really say is that it was destined. My...