Sleep came and went too quickly for Liz and Hollie. When the blaring alarm went off, Liz jerked away and smacked it off the table top. Hollie groaned and gave a small giggle/snort as Liz cursed. "Someone's not a morning person," Hollie observed. Liz mumbled and stretched, "Not until I get a pot of coffee down me." Sliding out of bed, she stumbled and groa...
I guess I have always been a little obsessed with women’s panties. I don’t mean that I want to ware them or anything. It’s just that I like to see women in there panties. I have panty related memories that go all the way back to when I was just seven years old. The first memory is of one of my school classmates sitting at her desk in such a way that I could...
Alex poured the pancake batter into the frying pan. He normally didn't go to too much trouble cooking breakfast, but today was a special occasion. He took a sip of his instant coffee as the pancake cooked in the pan. Then the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He got the feeling that the ghost was going to make an appearance again. It wasn't an actual...
Author's Note: Postal Pleasures is an unusual Romance. It is about a divorced man, Michael, who was wronged by his ex-wife. He has moved on, or so he thought, and he was trying to get back to his center. It is about a beautiful, widow, Mary, living in the past, and denying herself all that life has to offer. Mary doesn't like Michael at the beginning of the...
For people who might choose to read my posts, this sexual autobiography provides some details on the erotic aspects of my life, and the influences on them. It includes my evolving thoughts on eroticism and sexuality, key events along the way that shaped the future, and also includes some word portraits of the people have been most influential on the directio...
Pam Pam is a character from a couple chapters of 'Epiphanous'. Her circumstance fueled a storyboard in my mind that I think was worth exploring. This is not a story of great wrongs and retribution. There is no bitch burning and from my perspective there is no judgement of right or wrong. These are people who might do what others would not or not do what oth...
She got out of the building, moving, as usual, slowly and it began to rain. "It's raining!" she said plaintively to the universe, but she unexpectedly got an answer. It startled her that a tall man with mostly white hair and a white beard was standing next to her, smiling and holding his umbrella over her. "Oh, thank you, sir," she said. "It's so difficult...
She makes a poor choice I was fighting my way out of the darkness. I could feel the bed rocking. My head felt like it was splitting in two. I could hear murmuring in the distance. Then it hit me -- a stinging, burning pain from the head of my prick. A STINGING, BURNING PAIN -- FROM THE HEAD OF MY PRICK! From the darkness, I started to reach for my member,...
This is a Summer Lovin' Contest Entry All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. Please vote for my story. * A hot summer day in Detroit versus a warm summer day in the Hamptons, this story is an abbreviated parody, a scaled down, modern-day version, and a stretch of Charles Dicken's A Tale of Two Cities. Depending if you w...
Authors note: Here is the second chapter in the Peter and Chloe story. Please enjoy. As always, your votes and comments are appreciated. ***** Peter sat in his room, thinking about seeing his mom naked. He did enjoy being nude at work earlier in the day and had wondered what a nude lifestyle would be like. 'I wonder if mom and dad truly are nudists.' He ha...