(Thank you so much for your comments, I truly appreciate them. I will admit that the syntax of my stories is a bit peculiar, but it is just the way my mind works. If one reads any of the poetry I have posted, one will see I am a deep thinker; I put a lot of thought into my story characters, including the names. The meaning of the names coincides with the cha...
The petite, fair-skinned young woman, bright-eyed and raven-haired, hesitated a moment, choosing her words carefully. She was just back from the gym, and wore a pair of close-fitting sweats and sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor, leaning against the couch in a recuperative slump with her hair messily tied up in a small pony tail. Distractedly flipping th...
Max carefully bent a low hanging branch up, making sure not to break it as Kelly ducked through. She glanced around curiously, looking for whatever it was he was looking for. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” “Pretty sure.” Max idly brushed a leaf out of his short brown hair. “The rest of the group should be somewhere up ahead here.” “I hope so. It...
This is my first story so I would love to get some feedback on it. Thanks. Once you go to law school, you quickly find out that it is nothing like any other challenge you have previously faced in life whether it be college, grad school, or working. I should know I have done it all. In many ways, it is a combination of all three. When you first start you are...
"Not yet! Not yet!" she said. "I will tell you what to do. Let's not hurry this." Hurry? By this time I had had an erection for more that 6 hours without intercourse and it was starting to get painful! "Let's just relax for a bit, and have something to eat, shall we?" She grasped my erect penis and led me to the kitchen. "We don't want to lose that lovely...
Being frail and weak is a gift that not many men see the beauty of. Most consider it a punishment or something of that nature. There is another gift that many men don't see. That gift is affirmative action. Most other people lose the chance at some excellent jobs because of their race, creed, sex, etc. As you can guess, I am one of the men that are frail a...
Author's Notes: This is for the Valentine's Day 2019 competition. All characters engaged in sexual situations in this story are 18 years of age or older. Constructive criticism welcome. Thanks. ******** February 13th, 2019 I'm laying here tonight next to my sleeping wife stewing as my stomach churns and I feel like I could get sick at any moment. My w...
Fiction A few months after our little adventures, Dee's friend Cheryl called, her daughter was engaged, and she needed Dee's help to plan a bridal shower and help the maid of honor plan a bachelorette party. Dee was overjoyed to help, as she does event planning. They sat down with the bride to plan the shower, later, Cheryl, Dee and Tracy started to plan...
"What's your name?" Simon asks kneeling down in the wet muck. He lets his knee hover just off the ground. Looking into the lean-to of shipping pallets and scrap plastic sheeting he see a pair of eyes looking back at him from a face lost mostly in shadow. The smell of the place is horrific but he's known worse. He receives no answer. Taking his backpack...
"Miss Mannerly, you must do something." "Your Honor, perhaps you can help me, then." "And how may I help you?" He asks, as if it might be slightly beneath him to give help to someone, rather than expecting it from them. "That I know of, there is no law, city ordinance or other directive that makes it a requirement he be in school." Miss Mannerly is carefu...