The girl behind the counter is looking at me strangely. Partly because my order is so strange: a dozen roses, eight red and four black. Partly because my excitement is palpable, and apparently visible by the bulge in the front of my pants. I'm playing it cool but it's hard to contain my excitement for what is coming. The phone call came just after noon. It...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
"Mary, honey, erm, I have to go and see my therapist tomorrow." I said hesitantly. "What on earth for, baby," " you're not ill, are you?" No, it's nothing medical, I have a problem that she's helping me with." "She? Problem? What sort of problem?" Here it is, time to bite the bullet. " I have a fetish for female panties, and she is being a great help."...
Although young, I have to admit that I have met quite a large number of people online. Most of them are friends, but a couple turned into something a little more intimate and I've been dating one of them for nearly two years now – next month we're moving in together! Now this is not a guide for anyone who's already met people from the internet. I doubt I ha...
He walked through the house turning out lights and locking the outside doors, the last thing he did before going to bed. She was in the bathroom, already in her nightshirt, bent over the sink washing her face. He walked behind her and as he walked by let his hand pass over her backside in an act of affection. Her only response was to stare icily at him th...
Ivory Carpathia was the sexiest little vamp in Transylvania. Everybody knew it. With her long raven hair, dark eyes, those luscious lips. Especially with that little trickle of blood she always had running from the corner of those succulent lips. It was really just a trick she did with lip gloss, 'cause everyone knows you can't leave a trickle of real blood...
I met Mrs E on the way back from a mid-morning run down to the beach. She had been out running also, and our routes converged at the top of the bridle path where it joins the road across the dunes. “Mr M!” she said as our paths met, “lovely day for it!” I nodded back, catching my breath. It was a warm day with a bit of sea breeze, so we were lightly dresse...
Chapter 3: The Beginning She slipped the strap of her stiletto around her ankle and sighed. Gabriela Bartolome just knew this date was a bad idea, but she'd let her daughter talk her into it. The man worked with Nicole and she'd met him while picking up her daughter for lunch one afternoon. He'd been polite even though they didn't talk much then. Apparently...
E-mails. That's how this asinine article began. White wine spritzers at 3 AM cause a man to do things he normally wouldn't. At that hour, you have two choices: jack-off, or write. "Why decide?" I cry. "I'll do both!" Hence, a good portion of my stories were recorded one-handed style. Forty-two words per minute! A World record? Perhaps, but good luck findin...
Entry Two: Mr. Pain. Dear readers: First, I would like to answer some comments left on my last story. Yes, that is how the events naturally occurred. Of course, I omitted random events and facts in the effort of flow, but yes, I was a 22-year-old virgin when I met C. I also hated every single thing about myself. I have no idea where these notions came fr...