All right, you may be wondering who the basis of "this guy" might be. In all truth, he is a composite of a lot of people I know. Musicians, engineering majors, computer science majors, even those in the more general college of Liberal Arts, they have more in common than would appear in their various majors. However, instead of writing a story about each one...
Prior to reading this account the reader is directed to the original short story entitled 'Foolishness' which is available at the link below. It was still relatively early when he got back to the caravan so he expected to find his wife Mandy watching the television, but the lounge area was in darkness and the set silent. He opened the door of the bedroom...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been captured by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for apparently being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. I had decided not to get the police involved by agreeing to submit m...
..."You realize Finch, don't you, that simply looking at you makes me horny," Debbie smiled. His perfect teeth flashed white in a grin. "Lord, you must be tipsy." Sweeping past him, she threw a cheerful glance over her shoulder. "You know I barely drink." He followed her swaying form and alluring fragrance to their cabin. Finch inserted the key into thei...
I am thankful to boxOne that he gave his precious time to edit my story. * Once when we were lying in bed, relaxing after a great love making session in cottage, Adnan stunned me by saying that his boss wants to meet me. "Why, why does he want to meet me"? I asked. "I don't know, but he always talked about you and he wants to meet you," Adnan said nervo...
Jenny took the liberty to take me to her cousin's place on the Yorkshire Moors; she'd been on about it ever since we'd met a year ago, so went just to keep her quiet. I am glad I did in consequence of what happened... We drove up on a Sunday morning and we were warmly welcomed by Jennifer, to whom Jenny introduced me as ger cousin. She said to help ourselv...
Having decided that anal intercourse wasn't, by literal definition, sex, my boyfriend Jerry (free of sin) fucked me up the butt at least twice a week. This was fun at first, but like all of the sex performed within the bounds of Jerry's arbitrary pre-marital guidelines, it finally left me unfulfilled. It seemed that Jerry considered anything that might inv...
As in any vocation, levels of competence differ between different sex workers. In respect of competence at her work, Sara excelled. Like many other escorts, she advertised herself on the internet, with photographs of her scantily clad body and a brief description of her character and specialist services repeated across a number of different escort pages – a...
Fairlight naturist beach is just East of Hastings, it is an official naturist/nudist beach but as practically all such beaches are, it is well off the beaten track. We leave home for the one hour journey travelling through Rye and Fairlight Village in my car. We turn off the road and go down a track to the car park, in a field which is part of a farm and t...
What Happened at the Warehouse Office One Friday Evening (Part II) Kristina waved as her secretary, Jennifer headed out the door. It was Friday afternoon and Kristina was the only one still at the office warehouse she managed. She still had work to do and there would be a couple more drivers needing to sign special papers on the shipments they were picking...