The sun shone brightly through the blinds of dorm room 118 while the inhabitants inside protested with groans and struggled to pull the covers over their eyes. The late night partying at the keg party on Vernon Street hadn’t been much help for the three young women’s beauty sleep. Terra was the first to roll out of bed. Straining her mascara streaked racoon...
This is based on a dream I had two year ago. I had started writing it the following morning, but moving around, I'd lost track of it. I finished it recently after I came across it backing up my system. The lead-in and foreplay is long for those who wish to get down to the nitty gritty immediately. ------------------------------------------ "Here's your rh...
I have a confession to make. There is a woman I am obsessed with, and she has no idea. And she can never know, ever, because if she did, it would destroy both me and her. In fact, both of our careers might be in jeopardy by me just having this conversation with you. I know, I know, you are always very tight lipped about this sort of thing. That I think is...
"Hello?! I'm home!" I shouted as I threw my keys and purse on the counter. Taking a look around, I shook my head at the clutter that was scattered across the table and into the kitchen. Housework never ends, especially with two kids and two roommates that were just renting a room, and felt no more effort was needed. My husband? Well, he tries. In his own v...
Airman First Class Jackson leaned back in his chair, watching the second hand on the clock mark its slow concentric pace on the wall, and waited for Pashtu language class to end. It was nothing personal against Pashtu, culturally they had potential to be very interesting people, especially when it came to women in society and the taboo surrounding them. But...
I Manhattan, 1994 A pair of red stilettos I'd never forget. They were found bathed in blood at the bottom of a six story apartment complex in Greenwich Village. She had always wanted to make a great exit, uninterested in the grand entrances. It was a way to silence the pain and the voices she had been hearing since childhood, like Saint Joan-of-Arc. She...
"You seem nervous," I said, as I watched my voluptuous wife, Iris, fidget in the passenger seat of our car. She kept adjusting her low-cut, black silk blouse, to maximize the cleavage she'd be showing to our young, soon-to-be friend. "Well, of course I'm nervous," Iris shot back with a grin. "I haven't gone on a date, since I started dating you, and now I'm...
4. The Condo: I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guy...
As he was pulling into his driveway, he noticed the silver BMW was still following him. He wasn't sure how long it had been following him. The only reason he noticed it at all was due to his interest in cars. This car was custom and beautiful. It made his Porsche' look sick. But as he questioned why the BMW was following him, he saw that it pulled into the d...
"So I don't see a problem here." "You don't? Really? Are you a fucking idiot?" "No. I'm not a 'fucking idiot'. I'm the smartest friend you have." I laughed, if Charlie thought he was the smartest friend I had, I needed new friends. That might have been the case anyway. I looked around the bar, found a pair of long stockinged legs that jumped into a Christm...