Grandpa Flash Dick Stories Stories

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People Watching Ch. 01

by LIVINRFANTASIES on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I've never been a leader but also don't follow the sheep. A different type of story... because I'm different. MY LAWYERS, PSYCHIATRISTS, THOSE MANY VOICES IN MY HEAD, AND WIFE MADE ME ADD THIS. You can't sue me, I'm legally insane and I may be an illegal alien. I have written that I believe in treating women as equals. Yes, that is true. But, we all ha...

Werewolf/Zombie Romance

by Samuelx on May 21, 2019
NonHuman

Only the Ancient Ones remember the days before the Dead Things started to rise. The old ones remember a time when the world was very different, before food became scarce, the skies went dark, and when the world was teeming with humans. The supposedly magically wonderful time before the dark times. To the young, these supposedly great times sound far-fetched...

Lessons Learned Ch. 08: Test Scores

by M8dOvGlaz on Jan 28, 2020
Erotic Couplings

The story picks up at the end of Week 10 of Brinna & Zach's Human Sexuality class. ***** I pulled into the parking lot of the Mexican restaurant just after 7 pm, to meet Zach and his grandpa for dinner. I'd let myself get a few minutes behind schedule due to changing my outfit too many times. Then I'd tried to make up the time by driving too fast....

Enough

by SW_MO_Hermit on Sep 12, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

John Harvey looked out the window of the little prop jet as it taxied away from the small airport near his home town. He was excited and apprehensive all at once. He had graduated high school three weeks before and was now off on the adventure of his young life. Well, he hoped it would be an adventure any way. He had enlisted in the Army and was on his way t...

Al Capone's Treasure

by A_Little_Show on Aug 30, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Everyone even remotely involved with sex in this story is an adult. I was intensely body shy when I was eighteen. I don't know why. My family wasn't particularly prudish or anything. My father and my older brothers often lounged around the house in underwear when I was growing up. As the only girl in a house full of men, I probably saw more flesh then most...

Four Old Men and Me

by lovelyladyfaire on Sep 11, 2017
Mature

Isn't the unforeseen relationship perhaps the very best of all possible pairings in life? Most of us grow up believing that we will in fact meet that ideal someone who will be our lifelong partner. Young girls dream of the prince charming they read about in fairytales, riding in on a white stallion, their first kiss, the dreamy wedding and life happily e...

The Spirit Girl

by DrSqueaky on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

I come from a basketball family; the game is in my blood. Not much of a player, mind you; I couldn't even crack the starting lineup in high school, despite getting pointers from pros since I was 9. Oh I can shoot the rock, but at six foot-nothing I was too short to play the 3 and not quick enough to guard the 2. My name is Davis Rutherford III; and my grandf...

El Paso - DGH

by DG Hear on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Feleena and El Paso City. This is a follow up to our first "Invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is continuing support we might make this a regularly semi-annual event. As always I would...

The Bed of Roses: DGH

by DG Hear on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

Several authors are coming out with stories based on the song, "This Bed Of Rose's." There are two main versions of this song, one by Tanya Tucker with the main character (other than Rose) being a young girl and a version by The Statler Brothers with the main character a young man. Having a choice of male or female for the main character offers many options...

The Wedding Weekend Pt. 03

by MarkMadden on Apr 3, 2018
Loving Wives

My eyes fluttered open. The bedroom was bathed in sunlight, silent but for the serene sounds of nature filtered through the window panes. Jenny, my wife, was still asleep, cradled in my arms. The gentle, peaceful rhythm of her breathing was a sharp contrast to the wildness which she'd engaged in last night. It was Sunday morning, our last day in town. The...