"That is probably the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," I declared sternly, adopting a look of utter disdain. My companion, my best friend for as many years as I could remember, looked totally distraught. She stared at the half-empty wine glass on the table in front of her, unable to meet my gaze and completely taken aback by my condemnation of the ve...
Our story begins on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Sarah was doing a few things around her small apartment that she shared with her boyfriend, Jim. Nothing really important, just getting some odd jobs accomplished, while Jim meanwhile was down the street at the bar watching the game with his buddies. While Sarah was futzing around the apartment she decided th...
Dear Readers, This story is fiction and contains seemingly non-consensual sexual situations. If this subject matter bothers you, please look elsewhere for erotic stimulation. All others, please enjoy and comment if you like. Kyra awoke with a start, then blinked a few times to orient herself. She had an itch, an annoying one, that seemed to be moving fro...
Chapter 1 She was sitting alone there at the bar, staring into her amber drink that she had only taken a sip of. She was wondering what she was doing there, she never went to bars, and she very rarely had a drink, and she certainly wasn't in the mood for one tonight, but then again, maybe that's why she was there. It had been exactly one year to the day tha...
Synopsis: A happy-go-lucky Civil Engineer meets a vivacious young lady at a party who thereafter gives him nothing but constant grief. Naturally this hampers any growth of a relationship between them, until her family offers some helpful advice. A revised, updated version of one of my oldest stories. Sex contents: A bit of Sex Genre: Romantic Humor Codes:...
Have you ever met someone so unpredictable that they take your breath away? Not in the "psychotic, never sure if they'll attack you" sort of way but in a way that makes your head spin as you try to keep up. It's exhilarating, and almost terrifying, that an offhand comment about something new can bring up so many thoughts and possibilities. I have. I've come...
The story I'm writing about happened to us about a year ago at a party that was in our honor at our friends Heather & Bruce's place. Heather & Bruce live in El Paso Texas & we were down visiting them for a vacation, while Heather thought it would be a good idea to throw a party and meet some of the locals. A little about ourselves, my name's Jean, I'm 48yrs...
They both called it quits for the day around 4pm and Donald told the rest of the employees to take an early night, too. At first they all gaped at him, rather stunned, but did not need to be told twice and everyone was gone by the time Donald and Saundra headed for the elevator. She told him she needed to stop by her apartment and would meet him at his condo...
Hans-Olof was not a handsome man. He had always been overweight, had always had glasses. The overweight boy with glasses had matured into a fat man with thick glasses. He had always known that his weight was the first thing that people noticed about him and in most cases judged him by. Everyone felt free to give him advice on diet and exercise, but very seld...
I. A Quiet meal... The email had been short and to the point. He had told her which restaurant to meet him at and when, what he wanted her to wear, even what perfume to use, and ended it with a terse statement about displeasing him. No term of endearment, nothing friendly about it at all, but that didn't stop her stomach churning at the thought of their bei...