Tuesday night again and she kept her promise. It was about twenty minutes before the curtain call when I saw her come in the double-doors. She didn't walk through them; she flooded into the foyer. Her coat was as magnificent as she had said. The long, light-coloured lynx fur swayed as she waved her arm at a group of friends near the staircase. She was quite...
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Part Five And so the lessons continued. For almost a year, Barbara and I got together as often as possible. There seemed to be no end to the techniques, positions and other erotic things she taught me. Not long after our first true intercourse encounter, she taught me the art of going down on a woman. As I mentioned before, her clitoris was huge, so big...
I swung the door open, and for once in your life, I think you found yourself speechless. For standing in the doorway, was your fantasy girl. One that you had only written down, and one that you didn't know I had read. But to your surprise, and I think enjoyment, the realization that I had found your stories was starting to hit home. With my red hair, that...
"No, listen. Listen! I'm telling you, the goddamned cab driver dropped me off at the wrong place." The young woman stalked down the desolate street, shoulders hunched deep within her suit jacket. Her black high heels clicked-clacked on the broken sidewalk. Rows of old brick houses lined the street. The buildings were built in rapid development decades ago bu...
CHAPTER 1 Gerri was in the Music Conservatory while I was in the Design College a year ahead of her. We still traveled in the same circles none the less. Being a Midwestern City University and having very little on campus housing, most lived at home or in off campus housing of some sort. Gerri has a most interesting personality that I am attracted to in a...
You walk into the hotel and head toward the reception desk. The lobby is small and dark. The walls are paneled in dark brown walnut. The style looks like a cross between French baroque and a medieval hunting lodge. It's strange looking but, somehow, the decor all seems to fit together. It makes you feel welcome. You take off your heavy winter coat and set yo...
Somewhere in the deep forests of the Carpathian Mountains, lived a very old, very large and very vicious wolf. It was so old that it was said that legends about him had inspired Charles Perrault for his tale: "the little red riding hood". It was so large that even the bears would flee through the forest when they smelled his terrible stench. It was so viciou...
"What do you want to do today?" Sherry asked, bored. We'd been inside all day because of the snow. It had started that morning, and by early afternoon, was coming down in paper plate sized flakes. The yard and road in front of the house was covered. A quick glance through the dining room window revealed that the patch of woods across the road was getting h...