I was excited to hear the news that my manager was sending me to a weeklong training session. Currently I don't travel often for business, so I always enjoy the few trips that come my way. I've already realized that frequently, the city one visits on a business trip doesn't really matter too much - often there's not enough free time to get out of the hotel a...
I hear an insistent noise coming from somewhere close by. It kept up the same pitch and interval no matter how much I tried to not listen to it. Opening my eyes I realized it was the alarm clock. Slamming my hand down to shut off the noise. I remembered not to long ago that I would have gotten up well be for the alarm woke me. And I would have been dressed a...
Mom stayed back, talking with Ali as Sarah and I walked through and around a half turn to the reception desk. She ran to catch up with us, her face glowing and it was great to see how excited she was, and how well she and Ali were getting on. It had been a while since they had seen each other and I had been uneasy because they were the two people I loved m...
She had a number of surprises for him... We had just gotten back from a friend's wedding. They had a nice ceremony on a golf course under some trees and then a party afterwards inside the club house. It was an open bar and they had hired a band. We spent most of the night making the rounds saying hello and visiting with both families. After several drinks a...
Author's notes: (1)This is fiction, and strange fiction. If there really is a Jacob Finning, it is coincidence. (2)Jade is nasty, as many of my female characters are, but not as nasty as one might think. She knows that what she does is enjoyed by the victim. This story is the extreme of that. (3)This is a story about sexual craving and need, and how it ca...
When my wife, Joy, and I were married fourteen years ago I found it absolutely impossible to believe that she had never masturbated. Not once in her entire life. I, myself, was an old stroke off master, having been practicing the fine art since I was as young as five. I knew how to do about anything autoerotic that would make me feel good and never was slow...
Good evening Boils and Ghouls, and by that, I mean readers over the age of eighteen. Tonight's gory is about a man who is hoping to have the fright of his life, but soon finds that he is in over his dead and has bitten off more than he can goo. I would like to hacknowledge my deaditors MagicaPractica and margarita for treading through a terrifying maze of ma...
Author's Note Ann Berrybush and the other characters in this story are not original. They originate from the Ann Berrybush stories posted on Yahoo Groups, of which there are now hundreds of stories by numerous authors. In most of the stories, the hapless, repressed schoolmarm Miss Berrybush is stripped in slapstick fashion, usually by her student nemeses, A...
In the early spring moonlight, the back of the river seemed to lift and heave like the body of a snake, flowing over rocks and stumps, braiding its way through copses of saplings on the flooded banks, pooling and forming eddies as it washed around the concrete pilings of the bridges. "What does that remind you of?" I asked her as we drove along. "What does...
Z and I had been married for about three years and had sort of stumbled onto the fact that talking about having other men fuck her while we were making love was a big turn-on for both of us. She had done some flashing for strangers at my request from our very first date, and a little more than flashing on a few occasions, letting someone we didn't know touch...