It was one of the most elaborate costume parties she'd ever been invited to and it made her nervous in ways she hadn't felt since junior high. She was no stranger to costume parties, elegance, "foofaraw." But this was, as her bombastic friend Shaniquah would say, "a whole notha level." Shanie had flown out from Atlanta to meet her just for this; she thought...
I had sold a run-down house to Cory Tomas a few years ago. He is about forty-five, is a local truck driver, has a big beer belly, is a good poker player and seems to be a good father to his pre-teen kids when they stay with him every other weekend. Of course I also know his financial situation, but other than those things, I only know that he always seems to...
She had been left alone in the room for quite sometime now... Just how long she had no real idea. He and his men had captured her small band of "freedom fighters" as they had been termed by the people who still spoke with a free voice. But unfortunately, these numbers were dwindling much too rapidly. She hung her head, and her long hair trailed to the floor...
Terri Marx walked on auto-pilot as she shuffled down her apartment building's carpeted corridors. Despite the significant rent she paid each month for a loft that had its own port for her car, it never seemed to be working. In fact it had never worked for more than two days in a row the whole two years she had lived there. Threatening to take her apartment l...
Ted Franklin was a guy who had it all. In high school he was popular with the girls. He was taller than anyone else in his class. He had a dark complexion and raven colored hair. His eyes were as dark as coal. He had a perfect smile with dazzling white teeth. His hair had just enough curl in it so that could be worn in a casual, tossed look. He looked just a...
This is an act of fiction; any similarity to persons real is coincidental. All sexual activity is of persons 18 years or older. Enjoy. ***** Introduction My virgin years (no sexy bits) It was the summer of my 16th year when I was so bored with city life that my parents took me to my aunt and uncle's lake home and dropped me off for a break from th...
"No, I'm not trying to make a big deal out of it... but you're certainly more hung up about that kind of thing than I am." Adam said to his Indian wife of 6 years. "And what is that supposed to mean? So you won't get upset if some guy begins feeling me up tonight? I doubt it very seriously, Adam. You want it both ways—'Mili, don't worry... people will be dr...
Author's Note: Yes, this is a "loving wife" story, the kind that makes one wonder... what do you mean loving, she cheated on him. So if you don't like those kinds of stories don't read this one. If you are curious as to what would make a wife cheat then read on. ~ Thanks, Red Dana glanced nervously at the map that lay open on the passenger side of her mini...
Author's note: This was my eighth trip to Europe. They say that the jet lag means less every time you fly the pond, but I don't think that's true. What I do think is that we learn to live with it, but that our bodies still feel it, every time. The focus is to be on one day, one day only. Here's the story of that day. * * * * * I woke up in a strange place...
Amy drifted off to sleep, mostly from exhaustion from the all the night's activities. Almost immediately she began to dream. Her body was already so keyed up from the erotic moments that her nipples hardened against her thin nightgown and her lower region became wet. She was watching Jenny suck Brad's thick cock again in the limo. This time, she was not shy...