Tap, tap, tap. Mark's fingers pecked quickly at the keys of his keyboard. Most of his time was in fact, spent on a keyboard, monitor in view. Mark was your average nerd, and even made money on the computer. It wasn't that Mark didn't have any friends, it was just that he chose to be on the internet most of his time. He talked to his friends online, and even...
"I'm tellin' you, I don't want to go." "Well, you're comin', Chris. I went through a lot of trouble inviting every unattached girl in the bar last night. If you're not over here by eight. I'm sendin' Corry to come get you." "Shit, Paul, you invited Corry?" "Yes, I invited Corry." "You know I can't stand that dick-wad, don't y'?" "Yup." "Now I'm really...
I pulled into the parking lot of a small, seedy bar and turned off my motorcycle. I stuffed the keys in the pocket of my jeans and went in. Inside it was dimly lit, as was the norm for bars, at least as far as I had ever seen. About a dozen people were there. I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. I twisted off the cap and turned around on the stool. A...
The usual rushing to finish packing for the seminar. Notes in a large briefcase for the lecture she was to present. The suit bags holding both an every day uniform, and a more formal embellished one. Her husband of 25 years calmly watching, used to his wife's orderly preparations stood by. She always was particularly focused preparing for her customary an...
This story is a work of fiction. This is the second installment of a series. While it is hoped that the story can be read enjoyably on its own, the initial Oceanbreeze Court story provides background on the characters and context. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. _______________________________________...
This is the second installment in the saga of Annie's experiences at a spa with special possibilities to explore one's sexuality. As the story is set as a part of a beautiful relationship with her beloved husband Donald, I intended the story for the Loving wives section. I was prepared for criticism, especially from readers who find it hard to accept a woman...
I hear the sound of the front door close and glance at my watch. “Hi, baby,” I call out. “You’re home early.” No reply but I hear the sound of your keys hit the end table and your footsteps on the hardwood of the dining room floor. No response… Hmmm… he must be grouchy, I think. Turning on the faucet I pour a glass of water and gaze out at the backyard. Ju...
This story takes a completely different track from my other series. Sorry no femdom this time. Author's content warning: Please be aware that this Fetish/Bisexual/Non-Consent/Voyeur story eventually contains explicit, graphic descriptions of Science Fiction. The Semen-ator This stranger knew all his secret, perverted fantasies - How? 1 Green Arbor Chase...
The following is a sequel to my story "Couple Seeking Master". The city library is one of the few places that a homeless man can use to take refuge in a rain storm. If he is quiet, and polite, and clean, he might even be mistaken for regular folk and left alone for hours on end. A great deal of my time was been spent at the city library. I'd read some, and...
My mobile phone rang and vibrated on the desk in my site office. I picked it up and glanced at the screen to see if it was a recognised number, perhaps even the caller's name. The screen told me it was the office calling. "Hello?" I said a second after hitting the green answer button. "Hello Brad, its Lucy here, I have Mr. Ash on the line for you. Just put...