I carefully lifted the huge beer, the size of a two-liter soda bottle - and heavier still from the thick glass mug it had been poured into. I'd seen some of the male staff in the bar carry them one-handed - with some effort - but not me. No, not sickeningly petite Annabeth, whose hands were even smaller than one would think for a five-foot-tall girl who did...
Author's note: This is tied for my favorite of the dozen stories I've written so far. It's a slow-paced and gentle exhibitionist/voyeur CMNF tale with a splash of romance and likeable main characters. There is much embarrassment and groping, but no sex. I worked hard on this one and really do hope you enjoy it! ***** I grew up in Florida and have been a be...
We were laying there, surrounded by a mess of sheets that only a complete rebuild of the bed would fix. At the moment we were curled in each others arms admiring the sweaty looks of complete satiation, but the lethargy of that same satiation was lurking. I was looking forward to napping with her cuddled into my shoulder, but she wanted to talk. Well, I can d...
Chapter 17: Force of Habit Bette, Tina, baby Angelica, Kit, and Shane sat around their table at The Planet on Saturday morning. Carmen, feeling frisky and mischievous, sat in Shane's lap and leaned over to kiss her from time to time as they flirted shamelessly and openly with each other. Kit had always been charmed by them as a couple. "You two are so hot...
Jack sat down on the large brown leather sofa and tried to get comfortable. The past seventy-two hours had gone by so fast. He still remembered rereading the text he had received from his sister Rachel. -Jack. Grandpa's dead. You need to come to the funeral.- Jack had been going to school in Paris, France as part of his scholarship. He originally wanted to...
Chapter 17. A Concert Pick-up I was at a Friday night rock concert at the House of Blues and as usual it got very crowded very quickly. I decided to head towards the back wall thinking that if I was not going to get a good view I would at least have something to lean on. I had just gotten to my spot when I was jostled from behind by a small redheaded woman...
Ron Melor lay across the couch, his head in his wife's lap, and sighed. His wife's soft, caring fingers stroked their way through his hair, curling slightly as they moved. As they traveled down the side of his face, they followed the curve of his temple and cheek. Her thumb grazed his jawline each time, at which point she would return the hand to its startin...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented are done strictly for context and humour, I lay no claim to them. As always, critiques and reviews all welcome, illiterate flames will be snickered at. Enjoy! Chapter 1- Give A Monkey A Gun... Mark sat in t...
Mattie felt a little weird and a lot excited as she sat completely naked on a towel on the large oversized lounge chair. A large beach umbrella shaded her but there was a bright glare off the white sand and blue green water in front of her. The bright blue and white sarong she had worn down to the beach hung over the back of the chair. Her sandals were next...