Susan exists. Susan is real. Susan is his best friend, wicked younger girlfriend, and she's his red, hot lover. The Woman in White Visits Daddy Glenn in the Nursing Home Knowing that she was coming to release him from the nursing home this very morning, Glenn sat in the hall with his five friends waiting for Susan to arrive. She was late and Glenn and his f...
I woke to the blurred white stripes on the pavement passing my face at a nauseating rate. The green grass on the side of the road was also a blur, looked like someone had taken a generously soggy paintbrush and streaked green across the window. I looked up and realized I was almost home, so I forced myself to sit up and get my things together. Rubbing the b...
It was four o'clock in the afternoon with the sultry heat rising in the air as it always did during the summer in Louisiana near the marsh and swamp lands. The air was still and the lake was as still as glass. Sarah Weathers sighed and stood from her rocking chair on her back porch and walked inside, her mind drifting to another time and another place. Most...
"Rachel, I think I will just call it a day and go home." I told my secretary. "Don't forget to call your wife before you go home. She said to make sure I told you to call." "Thanks I will call her from the phone in the truck." I knew it was Ann's day off from work. Since I would be home in ten minutes, I decided not to call and drive on home. Arriving at...
I'm 25 at the time and I've been living with this insanely sexy little blonde named Susi. Susi was a bit older, twenty five years older actually, and she had little quirks that at the time I found adorable. As I was young and very athletic she was enjoying the affair with a younger man as I imagine most older women do. But, she also had control issues and lo...
When I came home the next day, the first thing on my mind was whether Sharon would mention her dalliance with Lisa. She was all hugs and kisses when I got home but made no mention that day nor the next about our beautiful, young neighbor. I said nothing of what I saw, and went about work and home with nothing more than a heightened sense of observation. Ne...
It was ten after three in the afternoon on a totally fucked up day in June. David Stone wasn't supposed to be home until five thirty at the earliest, but he had been laid off from his job of ten years. He had come back from a lunch meeting to find a note on his desk that the boss wanted to see him To make a long story short, sales were down and someone had...
Melissa, a stunning blond of thirty years of age, divorced with two small children, she works in a truck stop, her hour glass figure compliments the pink and white waitresses' uniform with her even tan, her hair pulled up into a pony tail the men watch her every step in her white sneakers as she hustles to serve these hungry truckers their food. Her crystal...
The Conclusion I really didn't want to write an ending to this story. I was hoping someone else would volunteer to do it, but I've received so many requests, pleas and demands to finish it that I will attempt an ending and hopefully get closure on this story. Many writers provided their own suggestions for an ending and some were quite original in their thi...
Thick steam came out as the bathroom door swung open. Priyanka emerged with only a towel wrapped around her. Her skin glistened with water droplets fresh from the shower. I couldn't help but notice, yet again, just how fucking beautiful she is. How I ended up like this I have no clue. I do know, without a doubt, I wouldn't have dreamed of it any other way. C...