Sarah and I had been a couple for quite a while when I began to realize her sex drive would not taper off as we grew familiar with each other. That was more than fine with me; it was merely surprising. I expected desire to dwindle with routine and repetition, but not for Sarah. She was always effortlessly finding ways to make things new. As a bonus, she was...
I do a lot of driving for my job, I usually put on anywhere from three to four hundred miles on an average day, just going from place to place. I am a road map quality checker, I make sure that distances and road names are accurate. It's a great job and I get to meet a lot of people. It was on one of these expeditions that I met Shelly. I had just finished...
Jul 8, 2009 MWM Chapter Six "Down and Dirty." Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories...
Part 1 Like every morning for the last year I was up early running in the park a few blocks from my place. Very rare to see anyone else out and thought that when I turned the last corner and started my home stretch sprint and saw you running in front of me. I could see your long blonde ponytail bouncing with each step as the morning sun glistened off of it....
He walked in the door and dropped his bags. He stood tall and somewhat defiant – very unlike all the others I interviewed that day. I got up form my desk and chair, clipboard in hand. I walked around him and made my notes: height, 5 feet ten inches; estimated weight, 170 – all muscle; hair and eyes, blue black and deep brown; skin, caramel. 'What a sight,' I...
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, This is the Don Williams quartet, like to introduce the band. Don on Piano, Bobby on Horns, Mac on Drums and Mike on Bass. Backing us up the incomparable Auntie Gill and my Mum Naomi, collectively they are the Ardenaires, me I'm Holly and I like to sing." Holly swung her arm back and forth, clicking her fingers, head up s...
A word about the series, unrequited love had always been one my favorite subjects. I guess that is because it appeals to both the romantic and compassionate parts of my personality. I really hate the idea of two people would suffering needlessly with happiness and fulfillment so close to them. The plot of each story attempts to place the central characters...
Author's Note: If you are wondering about the decimal, it's because I don't consider this a full entry. Its short idea I had for these characters and then banged out over an afternoon. A full chapter is in the making. And while I'm noting things, please keep in mind this is not being written for educational purposes. I am aware of the mangling of psychology...
I cut the lime for our Tanqueray and Tonics as she stands at the kitchen sink, snapping the ends off the asparagus she is preparing for dinner. She's changed from her office attire into a sleeveless cotton dress, pale blue, the color of her eyes. Her sensible sandals have a modest heel, neither flat nor fuck me, but with a slight lift that accentuates her ba...
*This is the final part in my Spring break journal write up. Hopefully everyone enjoyed it, please let me know what you thought. Maybe now that I'm done with this I'll try taking some fantasies of mine and writing some stories based on them. **This story contains adult content. If you are under 18 or easily offended, please do not read. Back Home Day 7...