You're not here. It's the day before Thanksgiving, and on the other side of my closed bedroom door, I can hear my family, laughing, baking, enjoying the time together. It's the holidays; families, friends, the time to be with the people you love. However, I know that no matter how many times I walk out of this room and into the happy mirth, I'm not going to...
This wasn’t like her, leaving her journal lying around, one, and open to such a hot passage, two. I mean, did she just want me to stand here in the middle of the room and jack off, or was this some sort of a test? Maybe she wants to see if I’ll respect her privacy. Well, she did leave it open… As I looked over the leather bound manual, the words jumped off...
I sat in front of my computer, watching people in my favorite porn chat room talk dirty to each other. Most people went to private rooms once they hooked up with someone, but some chose to cyber with each other out in the main room where everyone could enjoy the show. I'd been on the site for a couple of hours, just waiting in the background, feeling horny b...
Morning Light: A narrative from Ms. Gimply's collection. I woke to see the early morning sunlight filter through the trees and play on the wall of his bedroom. There was a breeze to move the leaves and make ever changing patterns of light and shadow. I half closed my eyes and let myself be drawn into the shifting kaleidoscope. The dappled light blended with...
It was hot summer day and I called my office and told them I would be working from home. I woke up a little later than usual, my husband was on his way to his job, my son left already for his summer job and my daughter was sleeping over at a girlfriend's house. So I was enjoying my privacy. Even before my morning coffee, I hit the treadmill. It's not getti...
This is the fourth installment of the series entitled Counselor Troi Needs Help. If you have not read the previous three, I strongly suggest you read them, as different elements from those will work their way into the storyline. As always, please send me all your comments. Now, on with the story! Beverly Crusher sat on her bed and relaxed. Her shift as Chie...
You and I have gone out to dinner. After we are seated and given our orders, you excuse yourself to go to the restroom. While you are gone, the hostess seats an attractive woman at the next table. I notice right off that she is attractive but then realize it is Laura Prepon. After she settles in, I apologize to her and tell her, "Ms Prepon, I just want to te...
I tell her to lie on the bed and get herself started. She says she needs to smoke something first. Residue from a pipe she has nothing to put in. She smokes and her eyes start to glaze over, her face starts to sag a little. Then she sits there and slouches into a faint daydream. I ask if she wants any music, any television, and I pull out my laptop and ge...
I’ve been looking for this place for most of my life. Well, at least half of it. I started thinking about it when I turned twenty-five, you start to wonder at that quarter-century mark just what the hell you’ll be doing when you get old, when you retire. I mean you want to be where you want to be, and I wanna die happy. I’ve been lucky, I’ll turn fifty-two...
I'm sorry for everything. Seriously. My name is Stephen Jonathan Xavier. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. How did a Haitian-American stud like myself end up in the Confederation of Canada? Well, that's a long story. I was a sophomor...