It was an hour and a half drive from my house to my friend Roger's, but it would be well worth the trip. Roger and I had met a few months earlier through a guy I was dating at the time. Roger and I had formed an instant friendship, which had quickly grown to include sexual innuendo. Although each of us admitted wanting the other, we'd never acted on it, sin...
"Espresso for one," I asked the young lady with a cheeky smile and adjusted my shirt as the black-haired maid tapped my order into her faded and outdated till. It fitted in with the rest of the little café perfectly, with its tired maroon décor and outdated menu, but it was my favourite café in the town. The twenty-something server glanced up at me as my ey...
A friend of mine Mark invited me to come along with his girlfriend Sandy, her sister Kelly, and her friend Valerie, to go hiking for the weekend in the mountains. It was a 40km hike, of which you completed 20km a day and spent the night sleeping over at a small campsite in the mountains, which had a few rooms with bunker beds and shared public shower and toi...
It felt strange to have a man lying next to her again, thought Madison. She had forgotten how nice a man could smell, and there was something about having a warm male body pressed up against her that made her feel safe, if only for a short while. Of course, her best friend Raine just happened to be pressed up against his other side. The ham in the sandwich...
The summer I turned 18 was a turning point in my sexual life. It was August, a month before my birthday, and as hot as it gets in our part of the country. We lived near a large lake, and like many families in our area spent as much of the summer as we could in its cool waters and the shade of the pine forest that surrounded it. Unlike previous years, we di...
All characters and events in this work are purely fiction and any similarity between them and any real person or situation is merely coincidental. Anthony saw the call pop up on the screen of his phone, but he couldn't bring himself to answer. He sat in his office lost in a haze of thought about what could be. He was barely aware that the buzz surrounding h...
The box is not large, and it has long ago lost its sweet cedar smell. It was a gift to me, as to so many others before me, from the local furniture store in my hometown. Each year as graduation approached, girls of the senior class received a notice to come to the store in our little downtown to be given the small replica of a hope chest; if the boys were gi...
Thank you for the interest shown by clicking on my essay. I hope you find it interesting, perhaps entertaining. As you will discover, it is also a preview of hundreds of pages that I have written for my own enjoyment. Hundreds more pages have been written since, lots of fun. A couple of stories have already been posted. I shall submit more. Positive response...
Copyright© 2009 I've been experimenting with several different ways of writing stories, some rather protracted. This is a short experiment in telling a story in dialogue only, with no descriptive text whatsoever. I've no idea whether this one is going to work; so I'd appreciate any and all feedback. A Conversation Overheard "Hi handsome! What's a nice...
That Feeling, You Can Only Say What It Is In Gorean Sometimes she can't help feeling like she's throwing good love after bad; the way she's sitting here with her knees in the dirt, watching him so intently, listening to the soft words he's murmuring to the giant bird as he slides off the harness and grooms the feathers- she's thinking, I might as well be i...