The next morning when I opened my eyes I saw Mercy was just stirring. I got an idea in my head and reached over to stroke her. "That feels really nice," she said, "but we should save our stamina for tonight. Besides, you don't need any more practice. That was perfect." "It was," I smiled. I had trouble concentrating at work. All kinds of thoughts and scen...
Chapter 02 The Mark of the Panties Still a virgin at 19, I lost my first cherry to Los Angeles--it fucked with my mind. The rest went when my roommates introduced little Kansas me to the Bohemian college scene and the wonderland of sex (still quite hidden in the '50s). But I didn't have much trouble finding eager guys at UCLA. My first teaching job at a s...
It's another unbearably hot and humid September day in Florida. It's just too hot to do almost anything outside. You are back in your bathroom playing some game on your iPhone and I am sitting in front of my computer, bored stiff reading poorly written erotic stories online. I momentarily think about jumping into the swimming pool in the hopes you will join...
The story might seem slow to build up, but hopefully the reader will be satisfied by the end. Please note that it shifts back and forward between times. ***** It's a windy day in June, 1956. The clouds chase across the sky as a woman walks among the rows of crosses in the American war cemetery in Colleville-sur-Mer, Normandy. Next to her is a boy, about el...
Tip of the hat to Partisan for the idea I walked up the steps of San Laconia High School with my books. Finally a chance to give back, an opportunity to do something for the underprivileged. Since my student-activist days at UCLA, I dreamed of teaching in a South Central school, and there I was, my first day as a teacher. After getting teacher certificatio...
The summer that caused the staggered dissolution of my marriage began coolly, just a long calm until the heat rolled in like a thick fat cloud and settled sharply on my skin. The sky was coloured the same shade of blue as the deepest parts of the Pacific, and wispy clouds were scattered sparsely through it with such perfect beauty that looking out a window w...
I have written this story for the one night in XXX story event. Thanks to Chloe Tzang for generating and organising the event and inviting anyone to enter. Please excuse any mistakes - I was racing against the clock to get this one finished. *** 6 February, 1788 Eleven ships have now been sitting at anchor in the sheltered waters of Port Jackson at the in...
I was horny. No doubt about it. The day started with a glance at a surveyor outside my apartment--working his transit out in the street. He was a big, muscular guy who looked like he would know how to use his big cock. Any man with broad shoulders like those and pecs that bulged his t-shirt had to be hung. What a body. Perfect. My apartment was close to Th...
Flight Sixty Nine was going down, I had no idea what had happened, one minute we were cruising along at thirty thousand feet two hours into the four-hour flight from Seattle to Anchorage, and the next we were grasping for Oxygen masks as the plane dropped and lost altitude at an alarming rate. The Captain made an announcement, but no one could hear it over...
As always, this is a work of fiction and the characters are imaginary, existing only within the confines of the story and my imagination. It is intended for the enjoyment of my audience and should not be copied or distributed, in whole or in part, without the author's permission. A special thank you to my proofreader for his patient work. Back to my Alma Ma...