I was going through some piles of junk a few months back when I came upon a drawing that my mother had made of a nude young man. I had known that my mother had an interest in art but had never seen any of her work. I had asked her a couple of times to show me some of her sketches, but she had always demurred, claiming that she wasn't very good and that it wo...
Amanda Cornwell was thirteen and had a Maltesers ice cream; her friend Jodie Burton was twelve and had a strawberry Cornetto; and Safira Khan, who at only ten was entitled to a lemon ice-lolly out of Mrs Cornwell's generosity, was not so much a friend as a confidante and follower invited along to powwows when big news or plans were discussed. Amanda accepted...
'Twas the Day Before the Day Before Christmas For days, now, when you came home from university, one thing or another about the house would be different. You were taking exams by day, studying madly at your desk in the library by night. But every late afternoon as you walked through the iron rail front gate, something would be different. One day, little el...
A friend of mine Mark invited me to come along with his girlfriend Sandy, her sister Kelly, and her friend Valerie, to go hiking for the weekend in the mountains. It was a 40km hike, of which you completed 20km a day and spent the night sleeping over at a small campsite in the mountains, which had a few rooms with bunker beds and shared public shower and toi...
[©2011 by Clinton09; all characters are over the age of 18 with identities disguised; for ages 21 or above] [A small devout family of a religious sect decides to retire in rural Texas. Their only son was now adrift with no one of their 'kind'. He had to find someone...] I was a financial wizard on Wall Street. It was almost assumed that someone from my ba...
Fine Italian Wine Sherri and the Temple Prostitute "WHAT! What have you done to yourself?" Stew bellowed. Stew had seen Sherri's beautiful multi-colored tribal designs adorning her body. She was just coming out of the pool nude when Stew noticed. "What I do with my body is no concern of yours!" Sherri shot back. Stew looked shocked. He didn't expect her r...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2005 Warlord. * As I moved into the forest with its dawn shadows, I was comforted that the sun was at least operating in a familiar predictable pattern, rising in the East, setting in the W...
Not totally enthusiastic that he had to shower alone, Greg steps out to dry himself off. April had already done her cleansing and had run out the door, before he had finished his. A little disappointed he trudges into get dressed. Something catches his eye on the bed. It was an envelope with not his name, but "My Hot Fuck Buddy" written on it in April's hand...
My hawk gaze follows her in the saffron skylight of our cathedral of solitude. I have hidden for three days in the ruins of this building which once soared into the heavens. I look at her with thirsty eyes and drink in the vision of woman. It has been months since I've seen a female of the species. I sometimes contemplated that I might be the last person on...
I. Just Another Day Quick note: This chapter's non-erotic. I'll have this note on all chapters like this, as this was originally a novel I was writing for the NaNoWriMo and therefore not centered around sex every chapter. Ai sat in the computer lab, a series of images flickering in bright reflections across her face. Next to her sat a man with features st...