The double doors sprung open and I stepped out of the cold and into the bleak fluorescent wasteland of my local supermarket. Selecting a basket from the towers by the door, I walked through the checkouts, pausing to survey Abigail - the glowing radiant centre of the store. At 20, she was two years younger than I was and had a body that looked too good to be...
Readers comments and feedback are always appreciated. This was my very first erotic story, from over a year ago. Hope you enjoy the seed that started it all. * * * * * Washington DC, April, 1945 Tears rolled down Isaac’s cheeks as the caisson bearing the body of the president rolled past his position amongst the crowd of mourners. President Franklin Dela...
Two black men were driving an old Ford pick-up along a country road in South Carolina late on a sunny afternoon. Coming round a bend they saw a car with its bonnet up. Next to it stood a beautiful young blonde in a lovely white satin wedding dress, complete with veil and gloves. She reminded the driver, Jake, of the film star, Grace Kelly. She raised an arm...
Chapter 1 I'm glad I found the right guy. Lee, I think it was on our third date, told me that he wanted a girl with some experience, not someone who had never had sex or hardly ever. He wanted someone comfortable with their body and how to use it for pleasure. Well, I was twenty when we met and he got the right girl. Now, before you think I'm some kind of...
Entry 4 The Date My date was more than I expected, although, not every detail of my fantasy was realized. I think this is why these fantasies are really just daydreams . They build the anticipation in my mind as well as the excitement arousing the rest of my body. To fulfill a complete fantasy would be most definitely a heavenly experience . However, to us...
I admit to being a bit mischievous. What's wrong with trying out new things just to see what happens? Let me give you an example. When I first met you on the internet, you were kind of quiet, hanging in the shadows of a chat room I would frequent. The only time you would talk would be to respond to a question directed specifically to you. However, you were...
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...
My bum cheeks were safe for the moment, for all our eyes were riveted to the stage and nobody even dared to whisper. A tall woman in an elegant moss green evening dress which she could have worn to the opera stepped onto the platform. A dress she could almost have worn to the opera, I corrected my impression when I noticed the deep neckline that almost reach...
For John, a prayer * The following is a true story, but with most names changed to protect the innocent and guilty alike. You know who you are anyway. I am cursed to fall in love under the stars- or at least under shooting stars; meteors; Spanish meteoros- however you say it, an inadequate word for a phenomenon as otherworldly as love itself. These fleet...
The instructions were received and understood. There was no choice but accept the next challenge. Each had been allusive as to meaning, and this was no exception, though more dangerous. Mister Smith had reminded her to use all that she had learnt so far about herself and others. Good advice if she could just work out what that was. Walking into the exclusiv...