Frank rang the doorbell at exactly 8 PM. He was not a man that was late or unprepared for nearly any situation and pushing that bell was the culmination of two months of planning and preparation. While he waited for an answer his mind allowed a few extraneous bits of doubt to surface. Was there anything that he had overlooked? He was sure of himself, how abo...
This is a repost of the story that was a request from one of my fans. Here it is, I hope you all enjoy it. * * * Tonight I wanna cry. Those words echoed in his head, coming from the radio that was being played too loudly down the hall. The neighbor girl and her damn country music, it was always on, always blaring. But tonight, that song, those words...
This is essentially a true story, recollected to the best of my ability. It doesn't happen often, but once in a blue moon, your fantasies become reality. The Introductions All my life I wanted to own a beach house. Not just a house near the beach, but on the beach, overlooking the ocean. When I sold my software company for almost 12 million dollars, I had...
The next morning at breakfast, Jenny was talking to her sister and, after a slight smile and a half-hearted good morning, barely paid attention to me. I sat at the other end of the table with a cup of coffee and talked to Frank and George. At one point Jenny got up to pour herself more coffee and I noticed she was wearing a pair of loose fitting slacks, a ba...
His face hidden in shadow beneath the brim of a black hat, the man on the train gazed out at the high desert. His eyes were gray and cold and expressionless, like a knight without armor in a savage land. The ticket-puncher asked with a bored smile: "Business or pleasure?" The tall man touched his black hat and said softly: "Business." Miles away, Georgia O...
Ok, I admit it, I have been brainwashed into believing the media, fashion world, and the now general consensus of what a beautiful woman should look like; slender, with a toned and very fit body. I know I have been guilty of almost totally blocking out of my sight any woman of size. There, I said it, guilty as charged, only I found out my sentence kept me fr...
My name is Rikki, and this is the story of how my life changed one random day at work. I'm the receptionist at a small business of about 20 employees, run out of two residential houses in a pretty rural area of the city. The houses are separated by a little wooded lot, that is pretty thick and grown up, with a nice trail from house to house through it. It wa...
You know I keep getting asked what my fantasy is and I really have no answer. I'm not a kinky kind of person, at least not the real kinky stuff. I am really just a simple woman that grew up in the middle of Oklahoma, my dreams and fantasies are fairly tame. What I'm really after is a wonderful romance pure and true, that's what I want. I can’t say what my f...
He pushed through the heavy snow, leaning into the raging wind as he fought to move forward. The snow storm could only be termed as "freak", seemingly coming out of nowhere. He was tall, over seven feet in his lycanthrope form. It made a larger surface area for the wind to hit, and body heat to escape but at this point he wouldn't survive without the thi...
When I grew up it wasn't an easy thing to get laid. I remember after I got a car, there were a few immature wrestling matchs when parked. With a bit of effort a guy might get to feel some boobs from the outside of the clothing, but even that was considered a score with the guys I ran around with. Sure, they all bragged about their conquests, but the truth w...