Ken settled down in front of his computer and clicked on the power switch. He took a deep breath as the machine slowly began churning through its start up routines. He carefully leaned forward and felt for the microphone hidden near the speakers and clicked it on. Stan wouldn't have to know about the recording. Ken had been thinking about sharing the speci...
On Saturday night Cindy and I were getting ready for a weekend of swinging with our best friends. I was to go over to Jean's house for the weekend while her husband Jack came here to be with Cindy. We had been swinging with this couple for over two years. Cindy had known Jean since high school. They went to nursing school together often sharing one guy bet...
Surrounding my town is a large rural community, many little villages with farms and cottages dotted in between. A number of years ago my town amalgamated with all these smaller communities and the population sign almost doubled. Now these villages span a huge amount of land and are very different, but it is much easier for my small mind to stereotype. So the...
Mia sat on her porch and stared blankly at the road willing him to come to her. Ryan, the man that she never wanted to want, but can't seem to help herself she thought. She could look back at her life and wonder when this all started and why things never seem to work out the way you want them to. She often wondered if her entire life had been leading up to t...
It could have been a smooth-sailing football practice. But no - Coach Berella just had to say it. "Buck up, Toni," he shouted, "This session ain't even close to chewin' you out like I did your mother!" All the guys on the team snickered and eventually busted out laughing. My face flushed a raging red. That bastard knew damn well my parents were on the cusp...
Here I am, in the basement of my own home, listening and wondering. Above me I can clearly discern the sounds of moaning, and movement; moans I have rarely heard before, although I do recognize the voice that's making them. My wife Karen is in our bed now, easily being brought to climax over and over again, by a man I have never seen or met before tonight....
"As Salam Alaikum, Miss Al-Sabhan, is Ahmed home?" Mohamed Hersi asked, as he stood at the door of the Al-Sabhan household. Fahima Al-Sabhan, the Riyadh-born, recently widowed lady of the house shook her head as she looked at the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned young East African Muslim man who stood before her. There was a hopeful look on the brother's handsome...
It was Monday the weekend was spent doing a variety of things but nothing significant after our day on Saturday, and Saturday night we went out and danced and Sunday we just rested. Now Monday morning I wake about 7 am and climb out of bed after going to the bathroom I kneel beside your bed legs tucked under me, back straight, shoulders back head up, eyes do...
This is a quickie story and not as long as I usually write. It's also like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. It's sort of like those old time radio shows where you have to use a lot of imaginatio...
(Author's note: This is a continuation of "Forward: A Quiet Beginning" in which I introduced the main characters. I halted my submissions because I was having trouble describing the characters. Since they are all based on friends and family, I tend to skip detailed exposition of my character's physical and personality traits. My editor was my sister-in-law,...