To the friend I never met, for what might have been, this tale is dedicated. It began last spring. I knew my grades were good enough for my scholarship, except for my English. I needed an A and at the moment was heading for a poor B at best. Mom and Dad knew I was trying hard and one Friday evening, after supper, Dad asked me if I thought some extra tutorin...
If you have not read our postings I'll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. We are on our thirties; I am 5'10", in reasonable shape. My wife Gail is an exceptionally beautiful and intelligent woman, soft spoken and very shy. She is 5'7" with a young girls figure, long shapely legs, small breasted, and a picture perfect behind. Her light bro...
Griff crouched low on the balls of his feet and rocked side to side. A single, clear bead rolled off his chin and darkened the scuffed, brick-colored surface between his shoes. He let the air out of his lungs and looked up. With a loud pop, a ball spun in his direction and dove sharply toward the ground in front of him. One jab step and an upward swing of hi...
This is a pay-back story. There is vanilla sex, oral, ass play, pee, voyeurism, exhibitionism, reluctance and bondage. Choosing a category was difficult. If there were a category called "Pay-Back" or "Retribution" this story would belong there. Please remember, this IS fiction. Society tells us that ministers can and should be trusted. My parents taught t...
Author's note: This story is part rewrite, part new story, of my old series, Sex and the Supercenter. It will go to new and exciting places, so I hope you'll join me for the journey! ***** The cool morning breeze was refreshing as it washed over me, coaxing me from my slumber. Or perhaps it was the soft nibbling on my ear that roused me. Regardless of the...
This little tale follows the actions related in 'What are friends for?' The story, however, stands alone and you don't need to have read that one to make sense of this. Enjoy! * When Milly woke in the Clarks' guest room she was still smiling from her dream. She stretched languidly in the bed, glancing at the bedside clock. Seven-fifteen. Candy had said, 'd...
What is better -- REAL or MACHINE STIMULATION? Real probably will be different each time. OR Machine Stimulation that will be consistent each time. YEARS AGO Dwight was born in 2065 and raised in a small Northeast town about thirty miles from a major city. Learning and using computers came at an early age -- -- as Dwight's Father and Mother both worke...
This is another story I wrote for the same contest as the previous one I submitted. I was hesitant about submitting this, fearing that someone would accuse me of plagiarism. It was written and completed about four years before an author wrote a novel about this very type of story, one that I have not had the chance to read myself. I'm submitting it 'as is',...
"Are you ready?" He asked. He was Mr. White and he had been running, coordinating, stewarding and sweating over the Haunted House for every year since it began. He stood in front of the bleachers looking at the fifty or so people sitting in the first three rows. All were students at the college who had volunteered to help with the Halloween Haunted House fun...
A big "Thank you" for bikoukumori, ninja editor! Also, a huge thanks to all you readers out there. Seeing you enjoy what I'm dreaming up is a massive boost. Keep the feedback coming! As usual, there's only adults playing here, and... oh, damn. Yes, this time it's serious. #8 On the run "You want me to what," the man across from me asked, his voice tippin...