I'd had a successful morning; already taking orders from two large customers when I arrived at the small seaside town in the South-West of England. I phoned my next customer to ask if he was available to see me; but his assistant told me he was out of the office and wouldn't be back until about 2.30. As it was very sunny and hot I decided to sit on the smal...
Johnny enjoyed the simple things in life. Pleasure and pain, his pleasure, someone else's pain. Born of money and neglected by his parents who were more worried about the latest jet set place to vacation, Johnny had little to guide his life toward a more fruitful way of living. The bottom line was Johnny cared little about anyone or anything. He became a wom...
The spellings of certain places and things here are a little foreign to me so I ask your indulgence should you see an error. ***** I was sent to Vietnam in December 1968. I was 19, young, very dumb and full of cum. I was a PFC (private first class) in the army signal corps. I had gone through the army's infantry school at Fort Polk Louisiana but got lucky...
Bostonfictionwriter's Last Story With sadness and trepidation, this is my last story. In two years, I've written 602 stories and 69 poems. I'm proud of everything I've written. At the time I wrote them, it was the best that I could write and not only have I learned a lot but also I've improved as a writer. Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote this Dying Swan poem be...
Bryan's POV: The bathroom door was locked. I'd expected that, so I brought the little Allen wrench from my tool box to use as a key. Diane never used to lock the door when she showered, but lately, since she'd come back from a conference in St. Louis, she'd taken to shutting herself inside alone. I remember how we'd grown used to seeing each other naked in...
I worked at a Marketing/Advertising/Internet/Public Relations/Communications company in SoHo NYC. Where everyone and everything is hip and trendy. Except me. I'm Steve, 26. I was going out after work with Pam, 25, Bill, 28 and Pam's friend Chondra, 27, from personnel. It was Thursday and we all needed a drink or two and blow off some steam about the downsiz...
I wriggle again in my chair, denying to myself that it's the man lying, nude, across the bench in the center of the room that is making me so wet. I'm not supposed to be turned on by the model, my hand still moving in gentle strokes on the paper as I do my best to capture that which has enchanted me. His semi. Even I can tell he wasn't fully erect, and tha...
Chapter Seven: The Eighth Level? Angie kept my arm locked in hers, preventing any attempt at escape. We caught a cab back to my place. She was even more appreciative of it than Dianna had been. "Girlfriend, you live like a queen!" she exuded. Realizing what she had just said, she giggled. "Oops! Well, you know what I mean." She made a beeline for the ma...
"Honey, Toh's coming over to visit. Could you wait out front for her? She doesn't know this area and I don't want her driving in circles!" So I clattered my way downstairs and around to the front. Toh and Hillary had become fairly close friends since they first met in Ms. Le Faye office several months ago, but this was the first time Toh had visited Hillary...
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...