I gazed happily at my toes, which were buried in the blindingly white sand of the beach at the all-inclusive Caribbean resort. My wife sat next to me in her bikini, and I caught her eye as a beach waiter placed an ice-cold Corona for each of us on the table between our chairs. Perspiration beaded off the bottles. The waiter, having made sure that we needed n...
"Ah!" Dr. Hagstrom said, looking straight at Beechcroft. "The vulture finally comes flying out of the darkness to descend upon her helpless victim!" The idea of any sound coming from the taciturn Dr. Hagstrom, who had been silent for so long, startled us all. Beechcroft made no reply. She merely cocked her head further to one side as she focused one of her...
Copyright © 2017 by Richard Gerald dtverson, a good friend, recently wrote a story using the play "Tea and Sympathy" by Robert Anderson as a backdrop. I have never seen the Deborah Kerr film, but I have read the play and seen it perform on stage. Something has always bothered me about the Anderson play. The main character engages in adultery with if not a...
Another little vignette from Seaborne High School... this isn't autobiographical, but it could be. Maybe. I'm entering it in Lit's Valentine's Day contest; make sure you read all the excellent entries and vote for your favorites. * * * "So, you're looking great!" She was, too; petite, fit, luminous, she looked exactly as she had in high school, sitting on...
The end of my senior year in high school was pretty awesome. I had totally repudiated my former life as a Christian zombie of an evangelical church; a church so great that the pastor and his wife ganged up to rape me. I had made the best friend I had ever had in Millie. I had a boyfriend with whom I had my first consensual sex. I had experienced oral, vagina...
This story is about a husband who forgives and reconciles with a an unfaithful wife. If that scenario angers you do not read it! I will not be held responsible for your high blood pressure. There is no graphic sex described in this story. Calculating Nemesis CHAPTER ONE I caught the Central Line train at Loughton, having driven in from Abbess Roding as I...
Disclaimer: This is an original work of erotic fantasy. No characters were consciously modelled after any actual people, or publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. Nonetheless, anything which may be construed as such are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way...
Susannah's head was pounding when she woke, every one of her heart beats a stab of pain in her temples. Her eyes were closed but they still hurt. Her face hurt. Her stomach hurt. She had gotten a minor concussion once playing soccer, and wondered briefly, as her senses slowly returned to her, if she had again sustained some sort of injury. Then it came back...
Author's note. Last week's story "What happens in Vegas" got me a lot of comments about how there should have been more revenge taken for the incident. While I really think that what he did was enough. I decided to pump up the revenge just a tad this week for all of you violence and planned revenge junkies. I think there's enough of a happy ending here for e...
Original story: Scipio Chapter 15 C: Gift Wrap Sharon padded naked through her bedroom, iPhone in hand, reviewing her progress on the list she had made of the things to do. She paused, clicking the ball of her tongue stud against the inside of her upper front teeth as she looked at the stack of packages in her closet. Redirecting her gaze to the fit middle...