I walked nervously through the room serving tray in hand trying to negotiate my way past the many women with the least amount of groping. Ever since that night several months ago where Susan forced me into dating Nicole, a very dominate voyeuristic lesbian, I had been trapped in a never ending nightmare of sexual perversions. But faced with the possibility o...
Author's note: This story is a sequel to "Shortly Before Class". *** Brian waited by the door to Mason Hall for ten minutes after five. His girlfriend's class had certainly let out — he'd even recognized some of her classmates in the chattering stream of people pouring past — but no Jess. She didn't respond to her text messages, either. Strange, as she was...
It will work. It will work. It will work. It's got to work! Maribeth Sullivan kept mentally chanting her mantra as her knitting needles clicked together, weaving the basic stockinette pattern that would become Adam's scarf. Blocks of bright colors stretched across her lap, then dropped to the floor, just resting on the tops of her feet. Just a bit more and...
This story was written by myself on another site, under the pen name of "Col. Jack Harrison". Debbie Kendall showed up for her new job at the Education Bureau, to find her supervisor was NOT sympathetic in the least. He was a 51 year old professional civil servant who had dealt with too many women of her type: stuffy, prim, and conventional. He had a beard...
My girlfriend Shelly says I have a seriously huge cock. I know--what the hell else would she say, right? But though I don't have illusions of meteoric grandeur, I pretty much believe she's more or less speaking accurately if only because I've never been accused of having a tiny pecker, even by an angry ex out to crush my spirit. That, and the fact that I don...
Elvis's Number One Fan- Or - Steam Cleaned The leading edge of the baby boomers is divided between Elvis fans and Beetle fans. My ex-wife was born in "46" right at the spear point. As a teenager she was Elvis's number one fan. She had seen every one of his "Sing and get the girl." movies. She had counted the pelvic thrusts in each film. I met her in a dri...
I've been watching you now for several nights now through the night mists... Just outside of your perception... just outside your consciousness. The night is cool and the moon is full. It is time. The night creatures fall silent as I float toward the window. The crickets cease their song. They know what is going to happen. The only sound is the hem of my whi...
The good-looking blonde headed into the lady's room while her boyfriend gassed up the gold Trans Am. The rugged guy with a short brush cut hurriedly pumped ten dollars worth the high-test into the Pontiac and quickly went to the booth to pay. Jumping into his car he zoomed out of the station. The blonde was bewildered when she emerged from the washroom a...
Chapter One: Stolen Identities You banged your fist one last time against the corrugated sheet of iron metal before you. Much like the result of all your previous attempts, the wretched surface refuses to yield to your touch, the cold steel leaving a numbing sensation down the edge of your pinky finger where it had made contact. Exasperated, you collapse to...
Chapter 25 -- Ruthie's birthday wish That night, after her classes were finished and she had eaten dinner with Mike, Ruthie accompanied him to his room and allowed him to make love to her. She surprised him by getting on her elbows and knees, spreading her legs and lewdly exposing herself. Before he entered her, he took a couple of pictures. She closed her...