The events in this story are true - in a sense. The first event happened beyond the shadow of a doubt, it just may not have happened EXACTLY this way. But since she could remember nothing when I asked her about it years later, I filled in the details myself. The second event may not have happened at all. But something happened with someone. It was around thi...
Single mother Rachel Pierson was working in diner when she met a man who claimed to be a construction supervisor. He had been funny and charming and smart and promised to return the next day. He didn't return again for eight months. When he did he began stalking her, terrifying the woman. After nearly two weeks of being stalked a Serial Killer who had been w...
After another great session of making love, we lie in bed with Tracy in my arms. She continues to amaze me with the way she makes me feel and only gets better each time. She knows how to use what GOD gave her and she does every time. I love to watch, as well as feel, her sucking me. She has a way of making it look so delicious as well as feel so damn good. H...
Where have the years gone? Paul sat in the back yard in the shade of the 100 year old magnolia tree. He sipped from his glass of Jack Daniels old no. 7 while watching his grandson Nick play fetch with his golden retriever, Buck. His thoughts drifted back over the years to the night he met Bettie, his wife of 32 years. It was the summer of 1960, just prior...
"Hi Jack!" "Never say that on a plane." I quipped, stepping through the door and brushing my lips over Kenny's cheek. Kenny smiled politely, returned my greeting and looked over my shoulder. "So, this is the famous Tracy. Nice to meet you," he said, taking her hand in a gentle grip to kiss in welcome. "Charmed, I'm sure." Tracy replied, surprised at such...
I wasn't surprised when I saw his Secretary run out of his office in floods of tears, he had lost his touch the moment his wife served him with divorce papers. Still, I was disappointed, this one had shown some promise, if only he was more subtle in his approach. We had boarded together and later went on to the same University; it was only natural that onc...
With profuse and grateful thanks to ALEX756, KILLERMUFFIN, PERDITA, JFINN, WILDSWEETONE, WICKED-N-EROTIC, OCTAVIAN, THE EARL, QUASIMODEM, OPENTHIGHS_SARAH, CHAMPAGNE1982 and QUITE COOL. If you've ever asked for advice or a critique from a writer, on Lit. or anywhere else, then you will have more than likely been offered the phrase "Show don't tell". But Jus...
My wife and her lovers think it would amuse them if I wrote this story about how I came to be known as The Good Buddy. I guess it started.... Wait, don't go, you haven't read my story yet! What? What do you mean you do not want to read about yet another cream-pie eating, cuckold wimp who gets off cleaning up his wife's snatch after her condom-spurning, b...
Edwin "Caesar" Clark took a long, leisurely drag at the cigarette and let the smoke hiss through his pursed lips in three quick, short squirts. He was unbelievably bored. Staring through the near opaque louvers of the only window in the small room, he wondered whether bloody murder was actually worse than the purgatory he found himself in. Granted his enemie...
He had expected to have to force the door open, but it was an old hotel with a simple key latch, and it didn't take him long. He turned the handle, pushed the door open, took a deep breath and walked in. In three strides he was in the centre of the room, his feet braced wide, looking around. She was curled up on the couch on the far side of the bed, her knee...