The overwhelming sensation of being trapped pulls at the back of my mind as I slowly drift from darkness to a blurry light. I try to look around, but can't make out much more than a couple of gray walls with odd marks and scuffs here and there. I stand up but fall back down, feeling extremely dizzy and beyond thirsty. I need a drink so bad. I hear someone cl...
The slightest smudge of brightening gray adorned the eastern horizon as Evelynn stood beside Gabriel, his well-muscled arm wrapped protectively about her waist. The chill wind whipped the black silk robe she wore, but she didn't feel the cold. Snowflakes tinged amber from the light pollution drifted down like fiery and silent ghosts. Somehow, though she'd se...
Andre's apartment was especially quiet around this part of the week, he reflected. It was a Friday, and people were out. People except him, that is. What did he have to do once he was done with work? Maybe he could go out and get drunk, but it would remind him of Chloe. His best bet for good times was staying in, alone and not bothering anyone. Someone had...
This story is dedicated to the memory of a beautiful young woman who wasn't able to live her life to the full. Wednesday. Alex & Di are good friends who I meet up with once a month, usually for a pub meal or BBQ, and we catch up on each others news – work, life, recent trips & experiences, and families, etc. We met in O'Brien's Irish Bar close to their ho...
Delilah was filled with excitement. She knew John would be waiting for her already at the airport. She had wanted to get there before he landed, but she had been delayed at work. All day she had been daydreaming about John and what she could do to make his return tonight something special. She hated it when he went away on business. Three days seemed an eter...
It was a very non-committal e-mail answer to my ad but intrigued me enough to reply and set up a meeting. Bob not only sounded nice and lived not too far from me but he had enclosed a photo of his equipment which immediately captivated me and he was interested in the same things I was, so I e-mailed and asked him if he could meet me around noon the next day...
Frank, Three Mother's Days, Three Leap Years, and the Radio - or - How Latina Convinced Her Man, Frank, That Mother's Day DOESN'T Suck! Twenty-Fourth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales "OK, we're back. We're all certainly going to buy our sponsor's product, right? After all, they pay my salary so you can continue to hear me on FM radio. I...
Paul was nervous. 'And why not? This is new, but more then that this is incredibly risky!' He still wasn't sure how exactly the suggestion had come up. They had been sitting and watching a movie on the couch when the discussion turned to unusual sexual experiences. None of the three had ever truly been in a threesome before. His wife, Kelly, had come the clo...
Author's note: this story is a continuation of the story "Mr. Jackson Claims Marie," (available through my profile) but may be read on its own. Marie, a 19-year-old babysitter, has been cheating on her boyfriend with her employer, Mr. Jackson. As always, I welcome your comments! Marie was having second thoughts. Even though Mr. Jackson had given her the h...
Thank you everyone for all the awesome comments and praise. While the purpose of this story isn't to educate people about Asperger's Syndrome, needless to say I have to talk about it so you, as the reader, understand why Keith behaves and thinks the way he does. In the end I want to write a story with characters that are real, relatable, and you want me to...