Thanks coloryourworld for the edit... ===================== "Spaghetti with meatballs. Something is not right." Not bothering to look up and completely ignoring the comment, Samantha Morris continued grating cheese on her pasta. "Want some?" "Maybe later," her roommate replied, sitting on one of the four kitchen stools attached to the breakfast bar and e...
BANG BANG BANG BANG You groggily lift your head from the pillow as you hear the insistent knocking at your front door, wondering who the hell could have a reason to visit you so early in the morning. "I'm coming..." you mumble as you crawl out of bed and pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, to be half-way presentable to whoever is at your front...
Sometimes, a man just has to start over. He's cruising along, enjoying life, and suddenly he's face down in the mud. That kind of thing changes a guy. If he's lucky, things turn out for the best. * * * * * Frank, the division manager, called me into his office. He and I had gotten fairly close over the years. My wife, Julia, and I had gone out to dinner wi...
Tempting, isn't it? Being in a room or just being aware of there are drawers filled with lovely, feminine underwear. The kind of feminine garments you have dreamed of wearing for sometime, your fantasy you've longed to make a reality. How could a pair be noticed missing? There are so many and they wouldn't suspect you, not the straight going masculine male t...
These days it takes her longer to wax herself. Elissa has spent so long denying herself pleasure. All of her past sexual encounters had been so unsatisfactory that she had long since decided that it was she who was the problem. She had certainly tried - she started waxing - removing more and more to try and feel more sexual but instead of reveling in the si...
Hello, 'Claire' again with a short, confessional mid-1990's narrative that, up until now, I've told no one, probably because I'm not especially proud of it. The subject matter here may be considered by some to be disgusting; the reader is forewarned. The names, as always, have been changed. Afterward, I felt like a babysitter who had violated one of her sl...
I. Stumped... I had only known Sabina to recognize before moving into the Birch Street house. My friend Sari lived there already and that is how I was invited to move in just before the beginning of the school year. It's a one story house with two bathrooms, one of them connected to Sabina's bedroom and that bathroom also had a door that connected it to my...
I haven't written many stories at all so far, but this is definitely my most adventurous. This is your fair warning, read the category this one has been submitted to. * * * Brad stared at the notice on his door. This was completely outrageous. A few weeks ago his housemate had moved out, and Brad had tried everything he could think of to find a replacement...
Kate had been the latest addition to the house-share. She was in her mid-twenties, reasonably attractive, with a good figure. She always dressed casually in blue jeans and casual tops. Brad and the other housemate, Andrea, had chosen her for the house only a month earlier. In that time Brad and Kate had got on passably, but had had disagreements on how to sp...
Some things never cease to amaze me; some things good and some bad. Following encounters with my sexy housemate Imogen and her delicious soiled undies, I was sitting around talking with her and another housemate some weeks later when something happened which I could never have dreamed of. I still don't even know how it came up but we somehow ended up talki...