Author's note. I want send out a big and whole hearted thank you to PapaGus. His editing prowess and valuable input undoubtedly improved this story by far. I know the chat session bugged the shit out of him, but I patterned one side of it like a good friend, except I made it readable, because if you don't know my buddy and chat with him often, you have no cl...
Fred Has a Story to Tell All the characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. I don’t know how long we lay entangled on top of the bed. It felt like time didn’t count and we could remain there while the world spun along without us. This illusion was broken by the sound of the key in the lock. I tried to pull away from Li to present a dece...
Madam Contrary felt she had not been able to sow her wild oats in quite awhile. The winds had not blown for some time and the rain did not fall. Without a shower the flowers failed to bloom and the clover lost its charm. Nothing lives without nature's lifeblood that is the same from the most delicate orchid to the most robust and stalwart man. Contrary had t...
The five women in the restaurant were all sat comfortably after a good meal and a few bottles of quality wine. It had been a good night out for them and was coming to an agreeable end. "Right then, who's up for a bit of clubbing?" Said Ann, one of the girls. They looked at each other and everyone seemed game for a good laugh. "OK, but where are we going?...
Miss Singh was awful quiet that Friday afternoon. She sat behind her desk, looked down at the papers she was supposed to be grading, but her hands were not moving. She looked to be a far away planet and rules of this world no longer were intended for her. Outside the afternoon was bright and sunny. This was the hottest summer in years. The beaches were pack...
Mark suggests they stop off and pick up something for Freddy. "We can't show up empty-handed." "You're right. What's on the menu?" Jenni asks. "I don't know, but I know it's a big production, whatever it is. He's been planning something special for a few days," says Lizbeth. "He's so good! Maybe we can bring him flowers? People do that for hosts, right?"...
Upon midnight Brenda, Marion, Bill and John slowly removed their clothes. This was the first time the top floor pool/sauna complex of their apartment block was used for the purpose of exhibiting, golden showering, masturbating and getting off. Brenda laid on one of the deck chairs. She was the first to golden shower herself. Marion quickly laid beside her...
(If you like this story, please vote so others will know it's good.) As soon as Bimbette walked out of the night and through the front door, she knew she had found the place she was looking for. It was a small, dark, run-down taproom, in a questionable part of town, population: nine, including the bartender - all male, mostly black with a few white guys....
A new story series with some of the same characters out of my other stories... I pulled into my driveway on Friday afternoon. It had been a tough week, and I was ready to relax and kick back for the weekend. I went down to the street and pulled the empty trash can back to its place on the side of the house, then went around to go inside through the mud room...
Before I get into my story I would like to explain to the readers that I am blind and a paraplegic. I became a paraplegic after contracting polio in 1959; even though I had received the polio vaccine. In 1983 my sight had deteriorated to the point where I was legally blind because of retinitis pigmentosis. Unable to continue my studies; I left university; de...