Thanks to Mikothebaby for her skill in editing this story. And thanks even more to everyone who went and found last week's story and e-mailed us about it. This is a short one, so don't blink. * * * * * * The sound of the sirens howling in the distance as they close in on my location isn't really comforting to me. In fact, they only serve to remind me exac...
Lucy was on pins and needles as the weekend approached. She knew that not only Glen and Sheila would be there, but since it was their home, Mark and Adriana would be hosting the party. She was concerned about how Glen and Sheila would react to Charlie and Cindy. She knew that once Sharon and her mother had Charlie’s overstuffed flagpole stuffed into their hu...
At ten that morning Marge stopped by my cubicle. "You are keeping tomorrow open for me, right?" "Indeed I am" I said and as she walked away I wondered why a married woman was so eager to have something to do with me. That afternoon at four the boss called me into his office and asked me if I had any plans for the coming weekend and when I said no he told m...
Disclaimer: This short story is intended for mature audiences. It contains sexually explicit content including oral, anal, bdsm and smoking fetish. If you are under the legal age it is recommended by the author that you proceed no further. The characters and locations in this story are complete fiction. Chapter One Professor Donald Ludwig looked out over...
Chapter 1 My name is Jason and this was the night. A raging animal had been awakened inside me and would forever change my life. You've seen movies where the quiet guy just snaps and does all the stuff you wish you could do, right? Well, this isn't a movie and I was never a quiet guy. Tonight, I finally figured out what I wanted and how to get it. My hear...
The students filed out of the small but packed classroom on this Friday in their usual fashion. The nature of departure of the students from this particular Organic Chemistry lecture varied considerably. A few could barely survive through these 50-minute torture sessions, the course only taken because it was required, and thus they rushed from the room in re...
Helen lay on the single bed settee, covered only by a black duvet with her breasts exposed. She was reading a copy of Synchronicity by Carl Jung and deeply engrossed in its knowledge. From time to time she would unconsciously stroke her breast as if for comfort or unconscious amusement in concentration. The book purloined from the university library so that...
Chapter 3, Sunday Thank you to everyone who has read and given me feedback on Chapters 1 & 2. I hope you enjoy Chapter 3. All votes and feedback appreciated! **************** I lay awake in the darkened room, the dream going over and over in my head. I could hear Richard's deep and steady breathing and wished I felt as peaceful as him. Closing my eyes, I...
Copyright © 2014 Sometimes, when I'm working on a long, in-depth story, I get so engrossed that I need to take a mental hiatus. It's usually during one of these cerebral breaks that I come up a short flash story. "Continental Divide," and "He Said No," are two such stories. This is but another. There is no sex so if that's what floats your boat you'll proba...
I never intended to write a sequel to "Jezebel It Was You" (published October 27, 2016 in Loving Wives) however the comments and emails I received seemed to want one, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see what happened too; so here it is. As we left the characters, Blake and Clarisse were touring the U. S. in a classy RV, fucking up a st...