Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Not only does it encourage an author to continue writing; it helps him/her to improve their product. I would like to thank those who have offered feedback previously. If you have not read the previous portions of the "Easy Street" and "From Easy Street to a Hard Road series, you may wish to do so. * How did I get here?...
Faith lay in the cool darkness of her room; a thick down comforter kept the night's cold at bay and concealed her slim young body. So thick were the covers that the movement of her hands as she pleasured herself would've gone unseen if anybody else had been in the room with her. Faith, just 18, had spent the first years of her High School career participati...
My wife and I have been happily married for over a dozen years, we enjoy sex but with kids around its hard to find time or energy for wild sex. But finally we had a day with someone at the house to stay with the kids. We could have some time to ourselves if we could find somewhere to go. No chance at an overnight but a few hours are better than nothing. It w...
I had known Shawn for four years. He was one of my fiancé's best friends. Over the past year or so, nights of long, drunken conversation brought Shawn and I closer, although our friendship had been strictly platonic. Or so I thought. I guess I largely ignored the warmth that would spread in my belly whenever my eyes would meet his. Finally, there came a nig...
It was late. Martin had lost track of time but it had been dark for a while now and it felt like they'd been waiting forever. He stood, staring into his own dim reflection in the airport window, beside his girlfriend Ali. For her part she looked just as bored, but she'd turned her head away from him - her cute little way of telling him she was annoyed. Funny...
"Earth Day? Are you serious?" I heard my friend Eric's voice over the headset and my face fell. Once again here was the guilt trip. "We have to take care of the earth or it wont take care of us Marcus, don't you see?" I rolled my eyes and agreed, signing myself up for another lame day wandering through the forests doing nothing to improve it other then wan...
Lydia sighed softly as the spring nights breeze rolled through her hair, flinging it lightly backwards over her shoulder. She could feel the tension of the long week leaving her body while she rested her arms on the metal banister of her friend Sheri's small balcony and stared out at the neon vista of the city. A cold can of Sheri's boyfriend's latest homebr...
The name is Dean Brown Jones Jr. I'm a tall, average-looking black guy currently living in Massachusetts. I'm new to this state. And so far, I really don't like it. First of all, the place is mad weird. Seriously. Don't even get me started about all of them cold-shouldered folks I see walking around the city of Boston. Does anyone say hello around here? It'...
I saw her in the supermarket. It was rather late and there weren't many customers so when this lovely young thing strolled past I noticed her. She was in her early twenties, a blonde with brown eyes, which strongly hinted that she wasn't a blonde. Didn't matter. She looked good. She was average height, say five foot six, and her weight was probably around...
I found the note on my tack box. It was certainly clear in its instruction, a shiver ran down my body as I re-read the text. I had a decision to make, would I follow the instructions or walk away. Although it seemed that simple this was the step into the unknown, two days ago I had been discovered, mid-self bondage session by my riding instructress Hilary. S...