Sandra Small got into bed next to her husband Richard. She heard him breathing soundly & decided against waking him. She was feeling horny again & needed relief. Not that Richard was of much help in that area. Sandra dropped a hand between her legs & started rolling her clit as she fantasized about a younger man with bigger muscles & endowments. It only took...
I still drive by our old place sometimes. The house is still there, although it is empty and crumbling. There are still no close neighbors. Whoever the owners are now don't mow, so the lot is overgrown with weeds and grass. I'll pull up in the driveway and get out of the car, but I don't usually go farther. I cannot tell you exactly why. Maybe it's out of re...
Long ago, there was a comics experiment called the "New Universe". It was the forerunner of modern-day diversions like "Heroes" - ordinary people suddenly gaining powers or traits outside the human range, with (at least, ostensibly) realistic consequences. Sadly, commercial pressures drove them from that core vision, and they had the 'Comics Code' to worry a...
This is a long story in four parts about a young man's tour of Europe. It's not meant to be read in one sitting. As always, votes and constructive feedback are much appreciated. Part 1 My hell-raising high school years were a thing of personal adolescent legend, though like most youthful behavior the stories were far bigger than reality. At base, my reckl...
Author's Notes: Thanks to my lady love for turning a simple stroker into one of my usual rambling epics. Also, a heartfelt shout-out to my beta readers Chris P. and Thornfoote for timely and helpful input. Finally, thanks to alphadachs for providing a tight editing job on short notice. All participants in sexual acts are adults. * * * * Stoneridge was...
Y'all gotta know tha' feelin' when ya're expectin' to see someone special, who ya 'avent seen for years? I bet most of ya do, an' I gotta tell ya, tha's the bigges' thrill in tha World... Eh, but look at me... I keep forgetin' y'all probably ain't fullowin' wha' I'm sayin'. Sumtimes i's a helluva hard to understan' if ya ain't local or at leas' used to it....
As will be pretty obvious to those who've read my other stories, this is a sequel to "Bad Cop, Worse Cop." I've found I like Mike LaFratta, partly because I can feel good about making horrible things happen to him. Enjoy! * * * So here was the problem with Daniella (and I was embarrassed it had taken me this long to figure it out). In bed she was jus...
Author's Note: The horror genre has always been one of my favorites. I had a great deal of fun writing this one. If you enjoy it, please feel free to vote and comment. Thanks! * The cool fall evening was beginning to turn dark as the sounds of dead leaves crunched underneath our feet. We could see the bonfire in the distance grow bigger with each step and...
Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot down my thoughts. A special thank you goes out to Azrael, who took the time to edit my work (Yes my ego is huge but I am trying to bring it under control)You took a lot of time to give me some really great advice. Thank you also to Rockcrawler and Company. Your life...
Ben finishes put up the tracks and the blinds. Then he steps out of the training room. I'm still putting the shelves together when Rosa and Carol come in. "So little one, do you know where Ben went to?" Rosa asks. "I'm not sure he stepped out just a moment ago." I reply. "Did you find everything you went after?" "And then some!" Carol says carrying a box...