She had heard the stories, gone to church, done her time singing and standing and praying in pews. Sunday after Sunday of relentless torture. You're going to hell for this or that. But all she wanted was to enjoy her Saturday night without feeling like she had to spend her hangover listening to the drawling endless sermon about the hell fire that waited for...
Introduction from the author 8-11-2011: Hello again. This story was originally intended to be a single, "one-and-done" piece. It has now grown to 4 submitted chapters, with a 5th on the way soon. It was posted with no outside editing or proof reading, which is evident. Looking back, it's clear that it's long overdue for a proper edit and revision. That bein...
Dear Suzy4, Are we alike in our "need" for love. I have been thinking about our friendship, and how amazing it is to know you- and to love you- as a friend. I realize that although we are very different, there are some common factors in our histories- and I wrote down some of my history for you to compare to your own experiences. === When we started ou...
I would never have imagined I would run into Jack at that family reunion in a million years. My life had been such a total shambles in the past two years that, I had almost completely given up on anything good ever happening in my life again. Then, there he was, my closest childhood friend, there in the flesh, all grown up and not twenty feet away. He was lo...
With kids driving her insane all the time, Melanie was looking forward to a long, relaxing vacation for a week by herself. She had scrimped & saved for it, putting away over $1000 a little at a time. She packed her car & kissed her family good bye, saying that she'd call them when she got to the mountains. As she drove away, she could feel the stress leavi...
All persons depicted in this story are eighteen or older. This was all wrong! I could just barely see through the slits that had become my eyes. My chest ached, I was sure my arms were broken. I couldn't move my legs. Damn! What the hell had happened? I heard the tinkling voice of a female talking in Hmong. As an Air Asia pilot I had considered it prudent...
I saw the trajectory of his gaze and leaned forward to show him more. Upright, I knew this blousy coverup was sheer enough to clearly show my bikini which in turn was just barely up to the task of containing my breasts. As I leaned toward him, pretending to have trouble hearing him over the waves, I knew he could now clearly see the divide between my breasts...
I told him words wouldn't do it. Not X-rated emails. Or sizzling phone sex. Or "You know how much I love you, babe." And certainly not, "I'm sorry I have to give up three weeks of great sex with you to go to Europe to kiss client ass for my fat boss who will pocket all the profit and maybe if I'm lucky give me a measly bonus at the end of the fiscal year...
What turns a woman on? Damned if I know, but I have had several lessons from several women. Take Libby's mama. I first met her at Libby's 18th birthday party and thought I noticed she gave me special attention. I was only 17 at the time and she wanted to know when I would be 18. Within a week Libby called me and led me in a conversation that arranged our f...
I had been corresponding with a woman I met online for some time. We’d exchanged emails, each one hotter, darker and more intriguing than the last. They were so erotic, that I could feel the heat they generated run thru my body and the ensuing inferno was keeping me awake at night. All I needed to do was imagine a line or a reference that the woman, Tawny...