David was my college boyfriend... ...well, along with a few others, but he was the last one. I had a lot of boyfriends in college (last year of high school too), and I had a lot of fun! In fact, before I started dating David, I was popular with the guys, and I partied a lot in college. Before you judge; yes ... I did graduate ... cum laude! My name is J...
First Day It was an odd feeling, not grogginess exactly, but a diminished sense of agency, of ability to resist, of the capability to disobey. They had given us the drug just before the auction, the "vending" as They called it, and it had done its job, on me at least. We had been warned that the vending would be difficult, here where men – sorry, old habits...
(Many thanks to all of you who have read, enjoyed and commented on this series. My compatriot in crime, Linda, and I, have enjoyed writing them. This story jumps time again, this time almost 20 years into the future from the others. It's not necessary to read the other stories to enjoy this one, I hope. But it might make sense faster if you do.) Pat Gibson...
Another 'loving wives' story with no real sex action, so be pre-warned. Like the 'hero', I know little about medical terms and things, so I apologise in advance if I got anything wrong. Hope you enjoy it! ++++++++++++ The perfect marriage eh! Yes, that's what I had. Or at least as far as I was concerned, that was indeed the case. My wife Hilly and I...
Kim couldn't believe the day had come. Alex would be home anytime so she hurriedly packed her suitcase. Getting him away from work for a week was almost impossible but the trip to the remote mountain lodge was on. During the summer the rates were affordable and it wouldn't be crowded. The mood would be set for refueling the passion in their 12 year old marri...
Author's note My apologies for the delay on this. I'm not sure I have a good excuse for the delay. Sometimes life and work take a bigger toll on us than we would like to admit. I want to thank everyone for their support in comments and votes so far. I hope this chapter continues to please. As to the future, my original outline for this story has at least tw...
Denise Hallowell was brushing her long brunette hair in the front hallway mirror. Her friend Jessie was chastising her as they looked at each other in the reflective glass. "Denise, you are such a bitch!" Jess Crawford, Denise's best friend, shook her head disapprovingly. "You know your dad's still hurting. Why do you say things like that?" "It wasn't so b...
Their first time, when Chandler wanted to go down on Sandra, she'd objected, said she was "ugly down there." "I know that's something men do to please women," she said, her clipped, mysterious accent, "But you don't have to do that, really." And it was part of the game she was playing, or so Chandler assumed. So he turned out the light, none of her alleg...
From the time I got Lori's letter and learned what she had done, I had thought many times about what I would say to her if I ever saw her again. I had longed for the opportunity to vent my rage, to call her names and demand answers to all the questions she'd left behind. But when it actually happened, I was dumbfounded. I had never expected to see her again,...
Early morning brought an unusual chill to the Georgia summer and the two women unconsciously sought each other’s body heat and huddled close under the thin quilt to stay warm. The older woman’s bun had come uncoiled in the movements of her slumber, and the long, soft, bright red strands splayed out like flame licking at the pillow. She cradled the younger wo...