By the time Rana had made it back within sight of the village the sun was peeking up over the eastern horizon. She and Amir had spent hours in the cave just lying next to each other, no communication passing between them except between their eyes. Having to separate herself from his side was a cruel pain; every bit of clothing that she placed back on herself...
"Ew. Here's another one over here. Can you pick it up for me, Eric?" Deb was not normally squeamish, but picking up used condoms in the park was not her idea of helping the environment as part of the service project. Eric and she had volunteered many times before, food drives, story time with kids, painting and fixing a home for women in bad domestic situati...
Chapter one -- Compromising Images Although I was sexually excited about the implied control aspect of the situation; it had more than a hint of unpredictability about it. If the situation got out of hand then god knows what the consequences would be. No, I'd just have to trust to luck that the four young Chinese female students in my first year BA hons Eng...
(the conclusion to "Marianne, a Friend from Germany") After making love to Marianne Witmershaus, Ian Abercrombie always pondered her level of satisfaction. Did they fuck because she somehow still believed that after nearly 20 years her debt to him needed maintaining? Or was the exertion between them refraction of her husband's infidelities? Marianne told...
WEEK ONE – THE ORIENTATION Sometimes...rarely but sometimes...there is a moment where life is perfect. As I sat in the windowless basement buried snugly in the bowels of Tribeca, I reflected that this was one of those moments. For in the next ten minutes, Mr C would walk into my life and all would be right for the world. For the sake of privacy, I sh...
And the next day, Thursday was no different. Rosa called Dutch at the hospital. "Honey I'm sorry to bother you at work, but I have to see you." "What's wrong? Are you all right?" He asked as he tensed up sensing bad news. "No, no, I'm fine. Well, no, I'm not fine. I'm so horny I can't stand it. I need you and I need you bad. Can you meet me someplace?" "B...
Day Three: I had nightmares that night. I don't remember the details, just flashy images. Blood, darkness, violence. You would be forgiven for assuming bad dreams were common place these days with the world the state that it's in, but for me nightmares were always a rarity and a bit of a shock. I lay there in the dark, trying to calm myself and working the...
This is the first part of my first story, inspired by a friend of mine serving in the Canadian army. No sex in this one. ******************* Now a newly minted Captain, Matt Young stared out of the bar's window, looking at the rain softly flow down the pane of glass as the night took hold. After what seemed like an eternity, he quietly turned back to the b...
Author's note: This story was an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge) 5, a collaborative competition among Lit authors. Every story for this FAWC began with the exact same line. Where it went from there was up to the author. Those participating in sexual acts are 18 or above (or nonhuman). ***** Upon the table lay three items: a handkerc...
Chapter 3: The girls kick it up 3 notches when Ripley's uncle dies and leaves her a small farm. It helps to read the first two stories but this one could stand on its own. As she unlocked the front gate, Ripley still could not believe her uncle Bobby had left his farm to her. Most of the family assumed it would go to one of his sisters. Ripley could only a...