Some girls are super uptight about nudity and frequently by extension (though not always) about sexuality as well. But some girls don't think nudity is a big deal... some like being seen. Confidence and comfort with nudity is a spectrum and Patrick Bernard had dated across this spectrum in his life. A successful trader on a trading desk at a mid-tier investm...
Author's Note: While this is a fantasy story I really did just return from a trip to Prague. While there, the manager at the hotel fit the description in the story to a 'T'. The rest is fantasy. I recently made a one week business trip to Europe that was, in a word, memorable. My travel agent booked me on a first class ticket to the Czech Republic and sai...
The train that runs northward from Manila, deep into Luzon Island is an old steamer. Even the first class coaches are decrepit, consisting of small compartments with four frayed seats in each, two facing two with just room for four sets of legs between, provided the passengers were not jealous of their personal space.. The journey North would take 12 hours a...
The island of Dathtinas is not what you'd call conspicuous by any measure. It's a relatively small island resort in the Pacific. Self-governed. No major political importance. No warlord running the place that's quietly ruling the island with an iron fist... just a small air strip, and a resort of decent size. Hell, there isn't even a native population - the...
"Mr. Anderson, can you please tell the rest of the class which battle Napoleon met his end at during the 19th century?" Wyatt Anderson snapped to full attention at the sound of his name called. All thirty or so classmates had their eyes glued to him for amusement. The only one not so amused was montone Mr. Howard, their military history professor. He also h...
"Mom, you don't need to explain at all. I know that you love what we're doing. It was your idea, after all. I know you. I can read your mind now, remember? Part of my new gifts, thanks to you. I really helps, in fact. I'll be the one man who can't use that classic excuse of not reading his women's minds. Anyway, while we want both Heather and Ray to have the...
This is a long romantic tale of jealousy, selfishness and cruel love, told in eight parts. Part 1 I looked out the window at my car parked in the driveway, and noticed Ellie, my girlfriend's married sister, washing the inside of its windows. Tess, my girlfriend, was in another room playing the piano and I was bored – at loose ends – since no one else was i...
"Done," Gary said, relieved, as the printer whirred. Beside him Joy tossed her long black hair back, stretched her arms above her head and leaned back on her chair. Her small pert breasts thrust up under her school girly white blouse and Gary caught his breath at the cuteness of her. Joy yawned and Gary looked up at the clock. "Christ, it's two o' clock in...
All characters are adults. Reminder. This tale is noire, and noire is neither kind nor gentle nor uplifting. It's supposed to stun and sting and offend. ***** I got sick as shit one night so they tied my sixty-five year old ass up in a straight jacket and hockey mask, like I was Hannibal fucking Lector, and led me off to the infirmary with an armed escort...
Thump! Thump! Thump! Our headboard pounded against the wall. Marriages are filled with compromises: my wife Carol wanted a king size bed. I wanted a headboard. I warmed to the king immediately. The headboard has been a different story. Carol loves the look and feel of it. It's just that when I get a good head of steam up, it makes an amazing racket thumping...