*************************** This is a sequel, written at the request of a number of readers, of my story three years ago called BLUE CHRISTMAS. I'm glad some of you liked that. I hope you like this, and do not find it a bit 'twee'. Do you think that the holiday season has been getting to me? *************************** "Pete. It's too much." "I can affo...
Reader, these short stories were put together with stories from other writers building up a town and its occupants. Its an odd mixture I declare, but I enjoyed writing them very much. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Mystery Writer for encouraging me. You are much appreciated MW, thank you. ***** one glass was enough Silver helmet complete...
It was three months into my final school year. I had turned eighteen a few weeks earlier than most and wondered why I was sticking it out at all. I'd had enough of study and girls were all too much aggravation to work out. They seemed to bring a bag of mixed emotions, petty quibbles and capriciousness. I loved their gossip, I loved admiring their looks but I...
What a Fool.... This story has no sex in it at all. Its main intent is to illustrate how a man deals with the emotion of betrayal and sharing of his wife. Thanks to all of you who have sent me good constructive feedback as I appreciate it. For those few who have been less than kind, I can only ask you to stop reading now as my writing apparently either offe...
I was inside her, I couldn't have gotten any further inside her without stuffing my balls in as well. Her clit was jammed between our pelvic bones and my balls were resting against the puckered lips of her ass. I could feel her down the full length of my shaft and it felt so good that I was having to think about my ex to stop myself from cumming. "Oh my God...
Why don't women understand that I don't want anything to do with them? Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay or anything like that, it's just that I have a low threshold for self-inflicted pain and my experiences with women fit neatly into the self-inflicted category. I fell in love with my first wife for the very reason that I fell out of love with her, she was...
My Naughty Wife: Marie's First Stranger You just would never, ever think that she could be naughty. My very lovely wife, Marie, looks like a quiet, innocent librarian. Five foot five, pretty doe eyes, brown and shinning, a pert brunette, 120 pounds, a nice figure with D cup breasts that were big, heavy and oh so firm. But especially when wearing glasses, sh...
Chapter 11 After a fitful night, Stan got up in the morning feeling tired and somehow unkempt. A shower and a shave later it was only tiredness, but Stan couldn't get the grittiness out of his eyes. His 20-20 hindsight was telling him that there were all sorts of things he could have said last night, the most important of which would have been "Can I take y...
I'm not one to brag, but I looked fantastic that day. I walked with the swagger of a grown woman(nearly 23), placing my legs just right to accentuate my eye candy for any intimidated man who dared look at me. I was powerful like a cobra, and my prey was about to be squeezed to death- figuratively speaking. I just knew when he saw me his lungs would cave in....
"I'm cold," I complained to my best friend Jessica while we climbed up the steep hill to the track and field stadion. "Don't complain, Jenna" was all she said. "You're about to meet the ultimate superstar of my college, so enjoy it." I sighed. "Listen, I realize you're proud you know Alan Webb and all, but can't we meet him when he's done running and come...