"You don't like to make much eye contact do you?" Kristin asked, opening her bottle and taking a long drink of its cool contents. I looked back at her, trying to meet her eyes to disprove what she'd said, but I had to look away because of the knowing look on her face. She took another drink and then screwed the cap back on the bottle. I sighed, trying to th...
The quietness of the house was broken by the melody of a cello coming from the living room. Luke poked his head out of the bathroom, his face full of shaving cream and the razor in his hands. He had just put down the phone a couple of minutes ago. He wondered who it was again so early in the morning. Was it the hospital? The thought made him drop the razor...
I came home after a grueling five-day business trip, and was mildly disappointed not to find my girlfriend Jill naked with her legs splayed wide open as I came in the front door. Instead, there was a lit candle on the table with a note beneath: "Hurry upstairs, Baby!!!". Lying next to the note was a pair of skimpy lace panties, the front dark with dampness....
Andy an American and Shannon a New Zealander who has returned home to settle. appear to be a likely couple and could even marry. While Shannon makes it difficult for him, cooling off to fight hr hang-ups or until Andy can wind up her motor again, he eyes the attractive neighbor who appears to be single minded about getting her fill. * Andy lay in bed atten...
To Lord Reynard's Fancy readers, please be patient as I edit and re-write, my disability has been rearing its ugly head. Enjoy this much shorter multi-part story for now. This story is dedicated to my partner, who hates junk science on wolves. Remember to rate and comment, I am always encouraged by your kind or constructively critical words. Thanks! - Rosam...
"Amy, I need to straighten a couple of things out with you." The morning's events at the supermarket worried me. Amy had been in a very playful mood, and she was being very provocative, pushing me to see how daring I was prepared to be – or how daring I was prepared to let her be. I felt sure that her over-the-top display was her way of over-compensating fo...
You're Mary, 22, and fine as hell, but that doesn't matter. This story is a montage of your adventures into the gay transgressions of your boyfriend in alternate timelines (past and future). He's Sam, and you are not ready for the shit he has gotten into. You found a device that lets you flip freely through infinite timelines, subset to times Sam felt a desi...
I used to work for an upscale restaurant. I've seen the good, bad, and downright outrageous there. These are my stories. As with any Saturdays, I must deal with angry customers, crying kids with parents that ignore them thinking that it's not happening at table, and servers that rather congregate in the back talk about the latest gossip, than check their t...
Long red velvet dress with a slit all the way up my thigh. Low cut in the front showing more than a hint of cleavage and very low cut in the back resting on the tip of my bum. Long, tight sleeves bunched at my wrists. I stood in front of the mirror tilting my head to put in my single solitaire earrings. I tussled my hair a little and tweaked the lipstick on...
I looked at her on the other side of the table and realized that she had not changed a bit in the year since I had last seen her. I saw her looking me over and wondered what she was thinking. I had honestly never expected to see her again. I had checked into the motel three hours before and then had gone to the attached restaurant to get a bite to eat. I wa...