I have been a writer all of my life. My employment as an adult has, to a large extent, depended on my ability to get published, which I suppose makes me a professional writer. In addition to writing, I've also served as a consulting editor for a number of publications. I am no stranger to the written word. The motives for writing erotic fiction no doubt va...
"Thank you all for coming." The young woman smiled as she looked around the room. Like you, most of the people here were first year college sudents. There were some geeky looking men,some aggressive frat boy types and some regular guys like yourself. The women ranged from shy and petite looking to extroverted and fit, along with some other girls th...
His mind's eye drifted along a cobbled path dappled with foot-crunched snow. The world looked like a Thomas Kincaid painting. Golden light emanated through antique glass windows of the picturesque cottage as his wandering vision-scape rejoined him bodily. Their bed was the sort of warm it gets when snowflakes melt on windowpanes heated by the fire in the he...
********** My contribution to this year's 750-word story challenge. ********** Bright June sunlight streamed through the bay window as he adjusted the branches on the Christmas tree, bending them to conceal any gaps. "Better?" he asked. Elaine nodded in her chair. "From our honeymoon," he said, placing an ornament with an illustration of Niagara Falls...
************************************************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois May 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. **********...
Friends, Romans, countrymen. This is a short one. I dunno if you'd call it a flash story. To be honest, I neither know or care what one of those is. I wrote The Alpha Male to get a point across. It is almost entirely dialogue, so if you don't like that, or don't like Dave's uncompromising unforgivedness, don't read it. Kind thanks, as usual, to the gifte...
In those days, I didn't wear underwear. I had long hair down to the small of my back. I was in good shape, lean and muscular, a bike rider with thick legs and a laid-back demeanor. You probably know the type. So a certain kind of woman often responded to me. A certain kind of man, too, although I'd never given that a thought. For my part, here's what I lik...
My wife is a licensed marriage and family therapist, Dr. Evelyn Thoroughgood. She is in her later forties, and she is a real looker. Evelyn is tall, but not much over medium height, in great shape, with a pixie-cut short blonde hair (sorry, it's dyed), and very shapely legs. I am in my early fifties, and I also work hard at keeping the ole bod in fit condi...
This is just a little story about how I ride. I mean, the way I like to live my life. And one of the things that really defines me a lot is what I wear. If I'm awake and kicking then I've got on my 501 jeans. And not a stitch underneath them. When I was young I would wear almost any kind of jeans. Just as long as they fit and I could afford them. But as I a...
The lecture was as dull as the lecturer was hot, though her beauty was contained within a mask of severity. Julia had long given up listening to the words, but the music of Dr Svensson's voice with its lilting Swedish cadence was mesmerising. Julia wanted to melt into her, become her, make love to her... though not once had she seen any hint of attraction in...