Everyone portrayed is over eighteen. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. Jennifer If you asked me two months ago whether I'd be in this situation, I'd have told you that you're full of shit. No way, no how would I suspect my wife,...
Alan Yeager sat at the hotel bar nursing his beer as most of the men around him watched the ball game on the overhead television. The twenty-six-year-old really had no interest in the game, but had come to the bar with a few new friends in order to be sociable. The dark-haired young man was a history teacher from East Bedford. Five nine with a slim, muscula...
Jennifer O'Rourke was a good Irish Catholic girl from Delaware County, Pennsylvania. The petite redhead went to church each Sunday for most of her 28 years. She loved travel, reading mystery novels, her Marketing Analyst position at the local gas company and her thrice-a-week visits to the local gym. She wasn't perfect, as witnessed by her weekly visits to...
Ah, the fabulous fifties. Dwight Eisenhower was in the White House, gays were in the closet, tail fins were all the rage and "good" girls didn't go all the way until marriage. Boys did, but only if they could find a "bad" girl willing to go there. I wasn't one of those boys, and neither were most of my horny, sex-starved high school buddies. We were all fr...
Originally written in the 1990s and recently rediscovered. *** Ben looked around the room, a full house tonight. He enjoyed this weekly evening class, or should that he appreciated? Verbs, verbs, everywhere but never the right one. OK, 'Contemporary Literature and Society' was a pretentious title but the tutor, a 'serious' novelist, had a light touch and a...
Chapter two: A spiral of violet The door was not locked. Felix had made quite sure that it was merely pushed to so that he could catch small sounds from the hall but not be seen. He wanted more than a second's warning if someone approached. His mother had a habit of bursting into his room as though she owned it, which, in her defence, she actually did. She...
37 Dusk was just extending its shadowy fingers over the scene. Surfers were wending their way home from the beaches, colourful surfboards slung firmly on top of colourful cars and vans. Zinc cream glowed beneath mirrored sun glasses on the faces that seemed to glow in the red rays of the setting sun. The homeward bound traffic from the beaches confronted he...
"What I wouldn't do to have a hottie like that under me," said David Shockley to his stock brokerage business partner Tony Seward. "Just look at her! These young babes really know how to turn a guy on." David and Tony were having a drink after work at Cheeks, the trendy martini bar that was located on the ground floor of their downtown office building. It w...
"I want to see you after school, we need to discuss your assignment." Mr Edwards, Peter, said to me as he handed back my paper. This was so cool, just as I had planned. For weeks now I had been working towards this, smiling at him every time I caught him looking at me, wearing a top that gaped when I bent forward revealing my tits to him, wearing the shortes...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...