OK. For something totally different -- at least from me. I like to occasionally try to broaden my writing style. My attempt here is to tell a full story by just using conversations. There will be no background, narration, or descriptions here that are not from one of the characters talking. In other words, the only character building and descriptions will be...
My name is Samantha but everyone calls me Sam. My Mom and I have a VERY open relationship. Some people might think it weird and it is kinda weird. She has always told me about her relationships in typical female graphic detail and REALLY intimate details about Steve, her boyfriend. He moved in when I was 18, about two years ago or so. I'm still living at hom...
That song wouldn't stop playing in my head as I drove towards Dave and Ann's house. Mojo fever, monkey fingers, hair down to his knees. Utter nonsense; although, "he's got to be good lookin', 'cause he's so hard to see," contained a modicum of truth. In my opinion, Dave and Ann are a very attractive couple. Which added to the mystery of why I had been asked...
It was no more than fifteen minutes after I finished giving Steve head that Darcy came home. She looked happy to see me dressed and sent me to get her things out of the car. When I got back I told her about my time with Steve, including the plan to make a movie so Steve could get his money back from Bruce. "If you just want to make a movie, just make a movi...
Renee Thomas drove into the parking lot of the E-Z Sleep Motel. Even through the heavy rain that pummeled against her windshield, she could tell the place was a complete dump. But the dump had a bed and hopefully a sanitary bathroom. And if worst came to worst, it was shelter from the violent storm brewing outside. She turned the ignition off and leaned bac...
AUTHOR'S NOTE This story continues from the previous "A Juicy Story" Although this is a freestanding story you might find it more enjoyable to read the other story first. Like "A Juicy Story" It was written for a friend who thought it should be published. I leave for you to decide if she was right. I hope you enjoy it. I am deeply indebted to JuicyStarchil...
Ben and Gabrielle spent the morning preparing for their combination New Year's Eve house warming costume party. They split up to hit the grocery store, the liquor store, and their favorite adult bookstore - Devilish Delights - to pick up supplies and party favors. Once they unpacked the myriad bags and boxes, knowing they'd be up late into the night, they to...
Actually that's not quite accurate. She'd clearly been home during the day. The bedroom closet was missing some of her clothes, the dresser drawers were wide-open, and two suitcases were missing from the closet. Downstairs on the kitchen table were her wedding ring and her engagement ring, which had been my great-grandmother's. And a note, which said, "I tr...
David Letterman was just about to end his interview with Madonna when my step-mother, Ann, stepped in front of the living room television. She wore nothing but a lacy, white teddy that barely covered her cantaloupe-size tits. Her poofy, brown muff showed through the thin fabric. "Tonight," she said, "we're going to see how much you can take." Ann and I had...
"Hey, Valo," Vialla Janson asked the bartender, "You ever seen that girl in the corner before?" He shrugged. "Can't say I have, Via." "What did she ask you about?" "Not sure I can recollect," he said, "But perhaps you could help refresh my memory." She grabbed his outstretched hand, which was reaching for her right headtail, and twisted it. "I told you,...