At times throughout my life I've played both sides of a tried but true metaphor. It's the one about the glass of water and when my glass is half full, I'm usually happy with myself and my lot in life. I focus on what's important and go about my business without worrying about lives surrounding me. When my glass is half empty, I am unsatisfied with my life an...
You will find that I use Lewis and Mark in this story for the name of the same person. This person has memory failure after a short series of traumatic events. He does not know his real name and asks to be called Mark. When the narrator refers to him, he is Lewis. When addressed by the new people in his life he is Mark Toward the end I indicate where the s...
Standard disclaimer—this story takes place in a world where STDs don't exist and only babies planned for and wanted do—in other words, a fantasy world. Any resemblance to real-life people is purely coincidental. ***** Natalie pulled into the Nelsons' yard mid-morning on Friday, well after the trucks had left for their jobsites. The normally outgoing woman...
(Author's note: Thank you to all who have sent encouraging comments and e-mails! Writing is much easier when you know you have an interested audience. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, and/or things is coincidental. For those who have not read the first part of this story yet, this part may make more sense if you do.)...
"100 years ago, Andrew and Patricia Wallace lived up at the old Wallace house up on the hill. This was all farm country back then and there were outlaws and Indians. Anyway, one stormy night an outlaw broke into the house. He raped Patricia before Andrew's eyes. He did this every night for a week before Patricia turned the rape into hot sex. She smiled at he...
Learning about sex Sister Mary stopped one of her students, and said, 'James, I wonder if you could help me. It's about the lesson this afternoon.' 'Of course, Sister Mary,' James smiled, at his favourite nun. 'It's about those pictures you showed me. Those pictures of ladies, well, err, their bits down there are shaved. It seems to me to be hygienic, and...
I have been playing with Lewis for a couple months now. He's a cool guy and has proven to be very trustworthy. I feel comfortable enough to let him cuff my hands behind my back and take charge of using my mouth to his pleasure. I usually go over to his place, undress and kneel in the middle of his living room. Once on my knees, I put on a hood that covers m...
Ana liked being engaged to Peter and Felicia and Mary Jane, off shooting her movie in England, but many parts of it were new and confusing to her. They all lived together, that made sense. Even Mary Jane had a room set aside for when she came back. But that was the thing—although the rooms and beds were all big enough for all of them, there were many times w...
After finishing her classes at York on Tuesday afternoon, 'Goth-looking' Camilla packed her bags and left Candice's apartment, reminding the lover she was dumping that, only if Candice got Don's pistol out of Camilla's locker in Club Ritz, and used it to shoot Carrie, would Camilla come back to Candice. As 'Goth-looking' Candice watched Camilla take her bag...
8. Nancy Plans Something Special Nancy and I got up at 6:30 Tuesday morning and began our day fairly normally. We sort of talked around what had happened last night, but we couldn't keep from smiling at each other. And it was hard for me to keep my hands off her. We hadn't come down yet from the sexual high we'd enjoyed last night while giving young Bryce t...