Angie called me in the afternoon to rave over the script for telephone sex. "I was so turned on that I decided to email my script to Taylor," she admitted. I voiced my alarm over her sharing it. "Don't worry. I told him that I wrote it. Who else could have written it?" added Angie. I attempted to defend my point of view, but Angie kept saying how it was so...
Stephen Rourke paced with anticipation as he waiting in the long hall outside of the dressing rooms. The walls of the old theater were lined with photographs of actors and actresses who had once walked the stage beyond, but they held no interest for the 19 year old. His only thoughts were of the woman whose name was written in gold on the decades old wood....
For my sixtieth birthday I decided to do something I had always wanted to try but had never quite had the courage to do: Go to a nude beach and bare my admittedly older but otherwise lean, cute, naked little body for all to see. It had been eight years since my husband left me for the cliche younger secretary in his office, and I decided it was high time to...
My wife Rachael and I met over forty years ago. She was seventeen and I was twenty-nine. At the time I am sure all my friends thought I was robbing the cradle,and perhaps I was, but the relationship lasted through all the ups and downs of married life and has grown much stronger over the years. I have always had a very strong interest in sex, and although...
Angela was about finished catching her breath by the time the stranger had gotten dressed and left. As she got onto her feet, Serena stepped up to her, beaming. "Well, if you've rested up enough by now, I think it's time we left." Then came the inevitable question: "Where are we going?" "To your new home, Angela. To Angel Haven. That's where all angels liv...
Going out the door of my apartment, a two bedroom place in The Waterstone, a complex of burgundy brick buildings with white shutters amidst rolling lawns, behemoth pine trees and meandering sidewalks of serpentine rock, I wore my jogging togs: blue cotton shorts, a University of Washington tee shirt and gray trainers. As I closed the green door behind me th...
Amy wore tight, white, cotton panties on her 18th birthday. No one told her she had to wear them that tight. Rather, she enjoyed the feeling of them cutting into the space where her thighs cupped into her pelvis. She enjoyed the panties pulling across her crotch, constantly rubbing and exciting her. Amy was a wicked girl. Not only because she didn't mind usi...
An hour's drive towards the mountains there is a lake. A quiet, beautiful place, almost like a Norwegian fjord. I use to go there to write, ever since I started writing in earnest. They now print my picture on back covers, so I reckon I am an earnest writer at last. The hefty advance I'd been paid for my second novel seems to support that theory. Three mont...
Japan was much the way Michael Stone remembered it. He had spent a great part of his youth here. He looked at the buildings as the taxi he was in drove through the streets of Tokyo. Not much had changed. The neon signs still glared above, while the streets and sidewalks were covered in people of all races. That would make hunting here harder, he knew. The t...
Chloe and Zoe were joined at the torso, twin sisters who shared the same beating heart; identical opposites, only much more so, they distanced themselves, unable to part. They appeared in my office one rare rainy day, when the rain rinsed the smog all the way to the sea; when I saw them there waiting, one calm, one dismayed, I shuffled my schedule and made...