Here she comes again. Walking across the lobby, every head swivels boy and girl, as she makes her way to the back of the room. She is blonde with a certain type of haughtiness that causes women to have uncomfortable thoughts, men wild visions in dreams. Dressed in a red-striped tube top, red miniskirt and 5" stiletto ruby slippers she was every man's Dorothy...
The night was wet and rainy in Necropolis, people walked through the dark streets faces obscured by the downpour. People had been praying for rain for weeks now, apparently one should be careful what they wish for. There were others who didn't mind the rain, or rather were used to whatever weather it was - one of these, a teen who sat huddled under some tras...
Note: If you're looking for sexual erotica, you may want to pass on this story. There's no sexual content in this story; just an old guy reminiscing around a camp fire with his family. A big thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories much better reads. * I'll begin with saying that these are true incidents to the best of my kno...
I am so ashamed of myself. I did not know I was capable of such things. I really thought I was a good wife and one that could be trusted - one that would never allow her self to get involved with anyone other than my husband. Then with what happened at work, well I found out that I could really enjoy having sex that it is something that I can be good at and...
This is Part 2 of the Tales from Tennis Class series. If you have not already, I recommend you read Part 1 first for character introduction and development. Chapter 1 As I headed out to the tennis courts to get prepared for class, my mind was still racing about what had just happened. Mostly I was still very turned on by the risky blowjob I had just receiv...
Lethe scowled irritably as he walked down the dark sidewalk. As if work hadn't been shitty enough, an annoying light drizzle had started as soon as he left the club. He hadn't been able to light a cigarette for it. And he sorely needed one. That or a stiff drink, he wasn't sure which. His clothing was clammy from the damp and a thin trickle of rainwater was...
I was a bit naive when I met Peter. In those days he was full of confidence, almost arrogant in his behaviour towards me. I had no experience of sexual behaviour but was curious about it, eager to learn. I must have been about nineteen then and still a virgin. Never having had sex was becoming embarrassing for me so I suppose he met me at the right time. Whe...
Victoria looked in her rear view mirror and cringed. 'Busted for speeding, yet again' she thought to herself as she saw the flashing lights of the cop car following behind her. She pulled off to the side of the deserted road, laid her head back against her seat and waited for the inevitable. Another speeding ticket to add to her ever-growing collection, ju...
Pausing a moment, in the midst of wiping down the bar top. I decide I need a break, it's been another long night, the crowd has now gone. My clean up is almost complete. A mountain of glasses washed, a cooler packed, juices chilling, towels stacked. I dim the lights, a cold lemonade in hand. I take an unaccustomed seat at the bar. Turning completely around....
Note: This story is intended to stand on its own but is based on characters and situations developed in the story "Stuck" (also posted on this site). * * * * * In Country Melvin pulled his pulp wood truck into the staging area and unhooked the trailer near the offload crane. The sun was just setting over the trees as he drove his cab around to the old con...