(Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous but will be revealed on June 22nd, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge is centered around the common theme of the main character being an author who then...
Lajoya It was long past midnight now. Frederick and Lajoya had drunk into the night, heedless of the hour. Jorjet had excused himself an hour earlier, and Lajoya guessed she had surprised Freddy when she, too, excused herself shortly thereafter and retreated down the halls. She walked now down the deserted hallways, somehow balanced despite the copious wi...
Chapter 8: Don't Touch We loved Rome. George made us take the historic tour first; the Ancient Romans sure did build a lot of stuff that fell apart. We also ate some great food and drank lots of wine. I took twenty pictures of her making faces in front of Roman fountains and statues. Then we went to the Spanish Stairs, which apparently is like the ass pinc...
She was tall, slender and incredibly elegant, this Holly that was on another of my field trips into Amish country through the university. Fifty-five years of living had served her well, erasing about any inhibition she could have had in the past and still keeping a stunning appearance. A shameless flirt, a fun-loving woman, she illuminated everywhere she wen...
As a married man with custody of my daughter from a previous marriage, my wife and I have a lot of time to ourselves during the summer when our daughter visits her Mom. Needless to say, we always enjoy playing outdoors in the South Florida sun. We have a gorgeous backyard and pool that gets used quit often during the summer months. Since my current wife is...
Jane lost herself in the steam of the hot water. Pete had a couple of private showers at the spa. They were those rainfall 360-degree numbers. With one hand she vigorously rubbed her clitoris; with the other she soaped her glorious pubic hair. Jane reveled in her golden mound. She trimmed it meticulously and lavished it with attention. And the results showed...
Chapter 4 June has a late night, sexy date with Mr. X In a fit of rage over catching her husband and mother together in bed, June vented her anger by smashing his picture against the wall. Then, she took out her anger on the vase that her mother had given them for their wedding gift ten years ago. As if a reminder of her life, the smashed pieces that scatt...
From Part I Then the full light of the situation dawned on me. As I looked at the reflection of the trampy woman in the business suit I realised she looked just like a caricature of the 'sexy secretaries' I had seen posing in porn magazines just before they stripped off their clothes, page by page. Now I knew why Eddie had called me his secretary! Oh my go...
PREFACE: ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FICTIONAL STORY ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER. *** Jeff and I met in middle school and became best friends instantly. We had made our way into our senior year of high school and we were finishing our last semester before taking on the "real world". I was taken back the first time I met his mom Julie. She told me to call her by her f...
So Kathy was 18. We had met a while back; months ago, actually. I don’t exactly remember who introduced themselves to whom, but one way or another we met, VIA Instant Messages of all things. Kathy was a freshman in college. She still lived with her parents, attending BU to save money rather than going to an out of state college. She had described herself...