I had my nose in a math textbook at a table on the patio of the student union. It was a warm, sunny spring day and the latte tasted great. I was grinding out this week's problem set, but noticed a couple of cute girls on the stone wall over at the edge of the patio. They were chatting and swinging their legs. But after I looked up a couple of times to give t...
Linda woke up that morning in a sweat. She came to, half buried in bedsheets, slowly conscious of the silence of the big empty house hovering beyond her. She was flat laying on her stomach and somehow her panties had made their way down to her ankle. She realized she'd been dreaming - a very sexy dream - about Bobby Salazar, the brother of her best friend, L...
The kitchen is dark, angular, masculine, glinting stainless steel. It said contemporary. It said wealth. Presiding over the living room, an enormous fish tank, Caribbean aquatic wonders ablaze in vivid color, mouths agape, apparitions in a slow ballet. Julia would not forget Craig D'Amato's spectacular ultra-trendy apartment in the super-posh city centre. S...
There are several things about women I don't like and the woman I was sitting next to on the Greyhound bus certainly had some of them. She was really quite pretty but had on a mini dress that was far too young for her age (in her early to mid-thirties I guessed) and was wearing a very strong perfume. To add to this, when I joined the bus in New York, she loo...
The following story is pure fiction. It is meant to be a parody of the TV show with the characters, Pam Huxtable, Vanessa Huxtable, Denise Huxtable, and Sandra Huxtable. Claire Huxtable entered the living room brushing her hair into place. She was in a hurry. "Denise?", she yelled up the stairway. "Yes Mom, I'll be right down.", called Denise. The 20 yea...
Author's Note: This is dedicated to all my fellow runners out there, and especially to the great race committee at SLO! ***** Racing Towards Love - Part 1 - A Chance Encounter I was standing near the finish line, eating a banana, when I noticed her. She had a finisher's medal around her neck, and the bib color for the full, so she wasn't far behind me....
What the hell was I doing here? I had asked myself the same question over and over, on the long drive into the city. As I tried to find a park for my Suburban, I couldn’t help but notice the youth and vitality on the faces of the hundreds of students all milling around aimlessly. Christ, here I was at 38 joining the student body of a small but well respected...
A few years ago my husband and I had fallen on some tough times. Mike and I were from a really small town in central Texas where everything was dependent on farming and ranching. Unfortunately, if you didn't own either one and had to do work at one of the local small companies you were pretty well doomed to a meager existence at best. Being right out of hig...
Debbie fidgeted, twisting a strand of her long, dark hair with her fingers. She had arrived early and chose a secluded table outside on the deck, overlooking Lake St. Clair. A large market umbrella shaded her from the late morning sun as she watched the steady stream of boats pass in front of her, leaving the marina, heading out for a day on the lake. A you...
This is a bit of an epic story, far longer than any I've submitted so far and, if comments are favourable, I'll continue with another chapter. Like most of my stories it features people who appreciate a woman's natural scent, some squirting and watersports and women with a fuller figure. I'm interested in how the relationships in this story might develop....