"Hi mister, who are you?" I turned and saw a girl who looked like Daisy Duke standing beside the dirt road I was hiking along. "Hi! Yourself, young Lady. I am Bill Collins, who are you? She smiled and sent a shiver down my spine, She was beautiful. "I am Penny, Penny Jenkins, I live on this farm. Where are you going?" I looked into the bluest eyes and stamm...
Christmas came and went without any big surprises or upsets. Brian's party was decent, but nothing to write home about. It turns out Brian dipped his fingers inside Penny's panties before I even managed to make a move. Linda, my other choice of the evening came to the party with a date and I simply didn't feel like hitting on any other girl that particular e...
The excitement of the crowd mounted as the lights dimmed. Here we all were- horny, tipsy and slightly uncomfortable to be so horny and so tipsy in this room. It was dark, it was packed with strangers- both the best and worst things about venturing out to an event such as this. "Give a warm hand to the delightful Miss Aurora Black!" the emcee encouraged. As...
"I'm leaving BU," Matthew said as we walked down the sidewalk. We just finished breakfast, which was a first for us. Everything seemed to get quiet as we continued to walk. The past few months swam through my head in that moment. I had been thinking seriously about ways to find a new, more satisfying job and Matthew had been there to listen and offer help. W...
This is chapter three in a six part romance that is a take off for me as my forte is really in the science fiction genre. I was very surprised that these were bought by a magazine. I hope you enjoy and, as always, I enjoy reading your comments and some of them are helpful to me and other writers so please feel free. All rights reserved. Once again a tremen...
Please vote. I am just starting out and your feedback is important. This is part 1 of a planned erotic thriller. ***** The closets in the rooms of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York aren't the most spacious. Back when the current hotel was built in 1931 the expectations of luxury hotels were vastly different than they are today. Despite many updates an...
Mediterranean sun broiled them on the Costa Garraf. Paul Lowery didn't find this sun as wearying as that under the Rockies. There, on the Western Slope, rarefied daylight hammered skin. Now in Spain on the beach smothering clamminess sapped him. Surprisingly enough, especially during midday, Lowery had more trouble breathing at sea level than he'd initiall...
The author would like to state that this is a work of fiction, and that all people places and events depicted herein are conjurations of my own imagination. I understand that whereas some readers might find this story dark, distasteful or even shocking in parts I hope that by persevering to the end that you will find yourself rewarded. ********* "Poor Ja...
She came in every Tuesday and Thursday like clockwork. 9:15 am. Her routine was pretty much the same each day: order a medium latte, make small talk with the cashier and be on her way. She had begun coming into the coffee house in early February, a month after I had started making it my remote office. I liked the buzz and understated camaraderie of the regu...
When I was 24, I meet this wonderful, handsome man at my new job. I had just been hired as a third grade teacher at an elementary school in a county next to the one I grew up in here in Florida. I know I'm being a bit mysterious here but I am trying to protect my identity from getting to the old church ladies on the PTA and school board because I know it wou...