Though I was stark naked, he woke me with kisses to my forehead and cheeks, and as I returned to consciousness, my involuntary grin subsided. I immediately looked over to the table but saw no ring. I could've been delirious, but I didn't want to believe I hadn't seen it. "Daniel, where's the ring?" "What ring, babe?" "The ring. The ring that was on the tab...
It was three minutes before the bell would ring to end fourth hour. Pam was watching the second hand spin on the clock on the wall. It seemed that every time she looked at it, it was turning slower and slower. She sighed. "What's the matter?" she said. She looked at Neil, the young man sitting next to her, who was looking back at her with an expression of...
It was obvious when students gathered for the class the next day that they knew something was up. I hoped and assumed that neither one of the couples had actually spilled the beans, but I guess I could not blame them if they had told a couple of people "You had better be there or you're going to miss something really good." Both couples looked a little nerv...
"Oh, God, I'm so bored," I thought, as I struggled into the old basic-black sheath dress. The old black bra had gone on first, the old black pantyhose were next. The old plain heels were last. No surprises. Oh, rats, at least one surprise. Run in pantyhose. And I hate garter belts and hose. "Same old dinner, same old party. Same old, same old..." I continu...
"Hi," I said. "What can I help you with?" He glanced around, not really seeing me yet. "Ah. Nothing. I'm just looking - " "It's OK," I said. "Lots of guys are shy about asking for help." But I said it with a big smile, and I still waited for him to notice me. It wasn't difficult to notice him, and I was a little surprised that there had been no audible t...
ON THE GENTLE HUNGER AND SLOW SEDUCTION OF JASMINE PILCHER (If you haven't read chapters 1 and 2, you might want to look them over first. . . .) The first thing I heard the next morning was the radio in the kitchen talking about a winter storm and the gentle sound of Jasmine Pilcher singing a church hymn – and a crackling. Not coffee this time but – I snif...
Traci shakes her head, spraying sweet perspiration over the couch. “No, Never. This was my first time. My first fuck was horrible, but this was fantastic. How about you, Karla? How many young girls have you had?” Karla blushes and admits, “This is my first time, too. But it won’t be my last. Don’t get me wrong. Fucking my husband is wonderful, but t...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] C and C (Carl and Candy, née Candace) were at their traditional seats in the pew, front and center. The church service went well; no one had nodded off to sleep and most everyone was there in spite of the important NFL playoff game set for one hour later. It appears the ch...
We arrived at my old apartment, the one I've managed to keep despite my service for the state that keeps me at the camp most of the time. I've thought about leaving government service since as a former commander I could already get a good pension. I looked at 369 in his street clothes. They looked a bit faded but I looked the look of him and I thought about...
I am an accountant with in the Trust Department of a large bank in my city. It is and has been my only job since I graduated from college and I enjoy it. I know you are thinking that accountants are never considered the life of a party which is true; in fact we are grateful just to be invited. People tend to generalize certain professionals like engineers, a...