I was staring at my computer screen and counting the seconds until quitting time when a female voice penetrated my thoughts. “Knock, knock.” “What now?” I mumbled to myself. It had been a busy week, and I was perfectly content to spend the rest of my Friday afternoon staring at the monitor and daydreaming. The last thing I needed was for someone to come...
Notes for the reader: This story began more than twenty years ago. If you're the "get to the action quick!" type, move on to another author. I will relate this account at my own pace. Although I've categorized the entirety of this collection as Romance, because it very well was, there are some recollections that some readers might find an uncomfortable rea...
Just another follow up to my light Christmas short story. Please enjoy a fictional fantasy journey into urban science fiction. ~~~~~ Dear Bob, Eating, resting and playing alone? Are you looking for more? Is the sole company of TV or internet enough? Need someone to join you for activities? We have a revolutionary new idea. Guaranteed enjoyment, ever...
Shawna had a nice big butt. Thomas liked that. He especially liked how it stretched her tight panties as she stood with her back to him, flipping her skirt to give him tantalizing little peeks. God, what a cock-tease! She looked back at him over her shoulder and licked her full lips as an old woman walked by pushing a supermarket cart. He'd wanted to see he...
The Wooden Pony Club "The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs." — Wally Lamb, The Hour I First Believed My journey began when my boyfriend took me to a fancy restaurant for my birthday. We feasted gloriously on chilled avocado soup, char-grilled salmon with asparagus, lamb casserole l'arabique and...
Prologue: The below narrative is a continuation of Photographing Julie, which I recommend reading first. And while the introduction to the big event for Julie and her husband is longer than I'd like, I felt it was best to document everything which took place prior to. Hopefully I did in such a way as to keep you from getting too bored until the big day arri...
Thanks for reading my little story. I love comments, questions, and thoughts about how I can improve. Compliments are good, constructive criticism is better. Love it or hate it, I beg you tell me why. WORD COUNT: 10,150 * Ben walked into the lunch room. Microwaves hummed and dinged. The mixed-media aroma of last night's leftovers filled the room and a doz...
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits. ****** Max's leg dangled over the edge of the couch as his knee poked out from underneath the covers. He had learned how to sleep light should someone think to pounce when he was at his weakest. He wasn't about to die in that place. "What the..." Max stammered to himself as a naked cunt stared at him as he peeked through...
My first foray into Loving Wives. Not a BTB, but definitely not a RAAC. I'm hoping it's maybe a more realistic view of a marriage. Not much sex, but again, probably a little more realistic. And yes, I should have submitted it a couple of weeks ago, but sometimes life does get in the way. ********** Friday, October 25, 2019 - the Hansen Realty Company Hallo...
This is the second installment of the torrid love affair between Howie and Mandy. Howie's wife, Joyce, died of cancer a few years earlier. Howie grieved for quite a while, not even dating friends from work who at least wanted to cheer him up. One day his sister-in-law, Mandy, showed up, having recently moved to the area. Howie had invited her to come over to...