I was on a flight from Vancouver to San Francisco feeling restless and I was anxious to get back home. I tried to get some writing done on the plane, but I couldn't concentrate. There was a father with his young son in the seat behind me constantly crying and kicking my seat. I tried to type, but my energy was gone, so I just stared at the blank screen in fr...
"What do you like about me?" "Honestly?" I asked him rhetorically as I looked him up and down and tried to think of a sweet answer. But, sweet and politeness is not my thing. So I replied, "your dick," and of course surprise and laughter flashed within his eyes. "I'm being serious Monet." "I know, that's why I gave you a real answer," I replied with a rol...
It was roughly 1976 in Augusta, Georgia, two or three days before Christmas to be exact. I was eighteen years old. My mom and I had been on our own ever since my father had died in a truck accident two years earlier. Mom had a rough time of it, as would be expected, the first year after he passed. She was 36 years old and was a loan officer at Augusta Natio...
"So I've been noticing comments this past year about wanting more sock-related foot fetish stories. Personally, I'm not the biggest sock fan. I love bare feet, simple as that. However, I'm giving this story a try with some sock AND barefoot fun. One of my favorite places for foot sightings is the library on my campus. Every time I go there, I see girls with...
"Happy Birthday Abbie!!" I don't know what caught me more by surprise, the enthusiastic shouting or the lights in the kitchen suddenly turning on. Either way, that surprise was quickly replaced by the biggest smile I could muster. Crowded in my family's small kitchen were all my favorite relatives, here to wish me a happy 18th birthday. "Oh my goodness!"...
I was resting on my bed with my eyes closed, listening to my iPod with headphones on, when I felt something soft hit me on the forehead. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother standing in the doorway holding a basket full of dirty clothes. With one hand, she was making a motion for me to remove my headphones, which I did. "Brenda is having problems with her...
"I wanted to personally meet with you, to tell you, congratulations. You've got the job," Mrs. Sheridan said as she reached out and shook my hand. She was wearing a black skirt suit and I tried not to stare too much at her figure. She was in her mid-forties with dark-chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes. When she first interviewed me (for a full-time...
Not long after graduating from college with my bachelors, I moved into a house with some of my frat brothers for about two years. I was lucky enough to find a great job that I knew from the start would lead to bigger things if I worked hard enough. The hours were limited, however, so I found myself with more free time on my hands than I wished for. For nearl...
A few weeks had passed since the awkward sexual encounter with my mom, and there had not been any mention of what took place. It was as if it never happened. Overall, things were pretty calm around the house. My mom was busy with work, and my sister, Vicky, was on a trip with some friends. It gave me some time to relax as there weren't a ton of chores, and I...
The story you are about to read is fiction. Lindsay and all the details about her however are real. The goal of this story was for me to express some of the fantasies I have about her and how I picture our first meeting would go. With that being said, onto the story. As I sat in the garage waiting for 18 year old Lindsay to show up I couldn't stop thinkin...