Once upon a time, not so very long ago, there was a girl named Sasha who lived in New York City. Right on the edge of central park in fact. She was a remarkable normal girl, so normal in fact that nothing out of the ordinary had every happened to her. And as far as she was concerned, that was perfectly all right. Sasha worked in a department store down town,...
Chapter one. Gwen picked up the mail from the mat, closed the front door behind with her foot and flicked the switch, turning on the main light. She dropped her coat over the back of the hall chair, next to the phone and stepped into the living room, kicking off her shoes and wriggling her toes in the pile of the carpet as she went. It had been a long day,...
Just got this down at 2am, surely rife with errors, I'll edit later. Cheers. ***** Late, she's been in bed an hour, he's just getting back from work, stressed and tired, he crawls in waiting for her to be pissy, preemptively defensive. "Hey baby, you sleeping?" He checks, ready to recoil. She doesn't move but softly from under the blankets, "No. Can't...
Hey, there. My name is Jacob Celestin and I'm a six-foot-one, kind of chubby yet still mildly good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm twenty one years old. Someone once told me that a young man's college days are supposed to be the best days of his life. If you ask me, somebody lied. These days, I'm definitely not havi...
When I was younger I would look forward to the serendipity section of "real" letters to skin magazines, those unbelievable stories that, upon reflection, may or may not have actually occurred in real life. I mean I'd never thought I'd get a blow job on a train, but well, it happened...just like I had once read in a magazine. I'd never screwed my sister, bu...
I was 27 and had just gotten divorced after being with my husband a short 4 years. It was an easy split, we didn't own a house or have any assets to speak of to split up, and no kids to argue about. He let me keep the dog and cat without a fight, but it was still a difficult transition for me, since he was the main breadwinner in the house. I had to get a ro...
Another large faceless city, another large non-distinguished hotel, sometimes I just hate traveling for business. No one back home though, not since the divorce two years ago. I stand at the window of my fifteenth-floor room and stare at the red taillights passing below. Horns blare and sirens pierce the warm evening. Something draws my eyes to a large wind...
Author's Note: Just a little flash story about confronting a cheating spouse. Very little sex in it, so I'd skip it if that's what you're looking for. My thanks to findingmyvoice and Mostera1 for making this a better read! **** The five of us sat in the living room of our cozy apartment. This little scenario had played out several times before as Lisa, m...
Boobs. Tits. Jugs. Mams. Stan's mind was always on the same subject. When he was younger he had noticed that certain pretty women on TV made him "tingly" and others did not. It didn't take him long to figure out that seeing that cleavage, or those twin mounds packed into a sweater was what set him off. The town swimming pool and the beach were his favorite p...
3. Sabrina didn't know how long she had been sitting and staring at her as yet unmade up face in the mirror of her dressing room; it could have been five minutes, it could have been fifteen. Having her own dressing room and makeup artist slash stylist was a definite plus because she was sure that if she was sitting in the communal dressing room staring at h...