My wife Paula and I (Dave Williams) were planning on spending the weekend at our summer cottage at the shore, which usually means we spend at least one day on our boat fishing. I knew it was time to replace some gear so I was going to go online and see what the local stores may have on sale. I really needed some additional smaller jigs as the mackerel was ru...
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Chapter 02: The Day After Saturday morning I woke up, hard and ready, and thinking of Ann and last night's date. How I wished she were next to me now -- no, underneath of me now -- curvy firm thighs spread wide, with my hands on her tits as she took my cock, and my seed into her body until we came together. I hungered for the taste of her sexy pussy and our...
This is a bit different from my other stories, mostly due to the POV. It was easier to describe things and harder to describe others, still kind of getting used to it so it might be kind of rough at some points. Anyways please leave feedback or any type of constructive criticism. It'll only help my writing and therefore allow me to get out better pieces for...
Chapter 8: Gym girl Sharon. There's this cute girl at the gym where I work out named Sharon that has been very friendly in a flirtatious manner for months now. She's a tiny 5' 4" brunette with a pixie haircut, cute face and a sense of humor similar to mine. She can't weigh more than ninety pounds, if that. Her boobs are small, almost certainly A-cups, but I...
I sat in the back row of the church throughout the whole funeral service, having slipped in unseen as it was starting. I certainly had no desire to meet with the grieving family during visitation and tell them their deceased love one was a good man, especially since he wasn't. In fact, he was a motherfucking son of a bitch whore-bait bastard, and I, for one...
Dante sat outside at his favorite café, sipping an espresso and checking email on his phone. He had a little time to kill and decided to take a break between business meetings. It was going to be a long and busy day for him. His father had been handing off more and more of the day-to-day business responsibilities to him lately. Not that he minded. Dante knew...
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 was sitting in a bar having a quiet time drinking my usual scotch and water when I watched her walk up to the jukebox and put a quarter in. To me she was still the most beautiful girl in the world and had been since I had first met her. I knew she knew I was there. She had come to give me a reminder once again of where we were in our relationship. I knew w...
Author's note: This is the conclusion of the story of Glenn Svoboda, the paperboy. Mary Gilbert and Roxanne Fein are middle-aged reprobates who took an opportunity to seduce a young man for their pleasure. In the meantime, Glenn went out with a classmate named Nan and later her close friend Jackie Reiner. Between dating Nan (only once) and dating Jackie (we...