"No, Alex, I know your preferred drawing style is Manga, and I've got no problem with that! Sure, you can take characters from someone else for this assignment. But no drawing style can simply ignore foreshortening, the closer you come to the viewer, the larger objects become." "I know! I just can't seem to get it right," she looked positively uncomfortable...
A few months ago I joined the local amateur photography club run by a retired photographer named Rusty. It's a small group of about 12 amateur photographers that meet once a month at the library. At a meeting we are given a new photographic assignment. At the following meeting we compare and discuss our photos and are given a new assignment. Last month's ass...
I have a beautiful girlfriend. Beth is probably about 5'4, 5'5, pale, smooth skin, the perfect body for a shy eighteen year old girl; thin with a little baby fat. Black hair, gothed up overdone eye shadow. The shirts she wore always showed off her perky b cups, either torn and revealing a bit of the bra or the neck was wide enough to show the strap. I love...
"What the hell am I doing?" I wondered to myself as I continued down the freeway toward a destination where I should not have been going and a rendezvous I should not have. The twinges of guilt and shame weren't quite enough to extinguish the passion that drove me forward, however. Like water tossed onto a roaring fire, the immediate result is steam. In my c...
It was a matter of principle mainly I went with Charley to the party in a hotel because it concerned his job and that is what he said, like I was expected to go with him. Okay so I was a trifle too encouraging maybe when dancing with a few guys, but all the time Charley had his beady eye on me so if I did want to have a sweet kiss on the quiet it had to be...
Her Dirty Secrets from Her Lover and The Naughty Chef It began as a usual Saturday in the big infamous oval track town, racing capital of the world, home of the black and white checkered flag, the Indianapolis 500. Deanne was extremely tired. She had talked to her friend with benefits, her lover, in NYC through the night. Slowly over a period of about four...
I am happy that I learned that my husband, Mike, enjoys the fact that before we met, I was quite a promiscuous slut. I didn’t meet Mike until a couple years after I graduated from college. He was one of my clients. Ignoring the policies about getting romantically involved with clients, we started dating and fell in love. Mike was a kind, gentle man who wou...
Jan knew that he was holding her closer than was appropriate. But it was not close enough. There were too many layers of clothes between them. And a room full of strangers exceeded even his exhibitionist tendencies. He wanted desperately to be alone with this woman once more. But he knew once would not be enough. Not even having her in his bed, the next ni...
This was inspired by the Keith Whitley song, "Don't Close Your Eyes." I have incorporated small, unquoted portions of the lyrics into the story where appropriate. I examined my face in the rear-view mirror one last time, checking to see if I was still successfully masking the savage glee bubbling up from my chest. Satisfied with the apparently calm man star...
This is a short one and most of you are going to be angry I finished it where I did. It's told from the mind of a crazy person, but she doesn't know she's crazy. Good for a chuckle, hopefully. ____ "How old are you again, Susan? If you don't mind me asking." The doctor seemed confused with me being here. My mother had been the one who booked the appointme...