Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others' privacy, and also because they don't matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wi...
The wager was made after several rounds of whiskey. It was a serious bet made after our protagonist asked for an up or down vote on the "fuckability" of various women colleagues. Thumbs up, thumbs down. There was no office slut as such, but there were the flirty ones, the busty ones, the long-legged short-skirted ones. There were a few disagreements, voices...
The power of one's mind can influence even the most rational among us to make unwise choices. We all have certain hot buttons that arouse us and sexually stimulate us to our very core. Those proclivities when triggered can lead us to some very dark places, the thoughts and images in our mind can overwhelm a person's normal rational judgment. I will leave it...
So...my life has pretty much come down to this. I came home from work to see that my wife had bought a new skirt. She had tried it on and was modeling it for herself in the mirror. She looked great. The skirt nicely accentuated her sexy curves. And judging by her reaction to her image in the mirror she really liked it. But the first thought that popped into...
This is one of my efforts that has been out in the world as an ebook, but where the rights have reverted to me. I guess I'd rather be read by the many than sold to the few, particularly as self-promotion isn't easy for me, so tends to restrict the sales. Anyway, here it is. I trust that you'll enjoy the read. The story has its origins in the 600-word tale '...
After reading a lot of stores, I decided to give it a shot. All grammar and spelling mistakes are mine. If you can't get by them, move along. I'm not writing to win a Pulitzer Prize. * My name is Remus Johnson. I'm six foot two and I weigh in around two hundred and twenty pounds. I farm 800 acres about fifteen miles outside of Waxahachie, Texas. My Mom an...
"How's a girl supposed to eat?" Daisy held out a handful of change. "Look Greta a measly four bucks in tips." The head waitress smiled and pulled a wad of bills from her bra. "Gee Daisy I made this just on the lunch shift." Daisy's mouth dropped. "Oh my frickin' god. How did you do that?" "With my muffins and pie." Greta shook her boobs. It's easy." She p...
Author's Note: When I began this series I had intended it to be a three chapter series because I thought that would cover the weekend but I have realized I will now have to add a fourth chapter later. To understand this series better it is best to begin with chapter 1. * I woke up with a bit of a hangover but otherwise alright. I found that I wasn't tie...
Lets see. Sweaty palms, dry mouth and butterflies in the stomach. Fear. All symptoms present and accounted for. To help dispel the nervous tension, I got up and walked around the hotel room one more time. It hadn’t changed. I checked the camera – still fully charged. Then my watch one more time. Five minuets. Five minuets and either one of the best nights of...
The rain was coming down so hard that when I went to jump over the curb from the road and keep my feet from getting wet, I didn't jump far enough and landed in a large puddle on the sidewalk, generating a giant splash that ensured that both my legs ended up soaking. I finally made it to a sheltered doorway and stood there, waiting for the storm to pass thro...