I was utterly devastated. I walked into the house, put my keys on the foyer table on my way to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of wine, walked up the back stairs to the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. With tears running down my face, I slowly stripped. I walked into the bathroom and filled the antique claw-foot tub with water as hot as I could st...
I have decided to give this story a complete overhaul having deleted every thing except the front page. Many parts of the story will be removed for pacing reason though they may appear later in the story making the story longer. Parts of both coming of age and a taste of things to come will be conjoined into this one story. I laid there in the boat with m...
This is the sixth in the Rick & Diane series, and with this one, I tried to do something different than in my previous stories – I still wanted to make it exciting for "Rick," still wanted him to want to do this with "Diane," still wanted to inspire him to try something (or anything!) with her, so I made this story funny, thinking he'd at least consider givi...
NOTE: The Coeds is a series of short stories (some longer than others) about the sexual exploits of six freshman girls at a fictional college. The stories are organized by character, and, occasionally, the same story is told from multiple perspectives. Although it draws inspiration from real-life events (and some of the stories are not too far off), the name...
"...and this is the darkroom where we still do some old-school pictures now and then." Allison said as we toured the Journalism department. She was pointing at what looked like a regular classroom door, but it had a red light mounted above it and a big warning sign on it telling all not to enter when the light is on. Allison is the journalism teacher at t...
Writing Smut for Profit: It's Not just an Adventure - It's a Job. Whoever told you that writing fiction for adult industry publication - for money - is supposed to be Artistic, Fun, or Easy -- LIED. Writing may look artistic, and creative writing certainly is artistic (that's why they call it Creative Writing,) but writing for a living - writing for publ...
The pair didn't so much travel through the forest so much as they did get lost in it. Niabheesz suggested a "shortcut" that had them walking about without direction. Brok couldn't bring himself to be even slightly annoyed though, walking with her was a delight. Her reserve was long lasting but was eventually replaced by a burning curiosity, and only then the...
There was a time when the people of my village were safe. It was a long time in the past but the old ones spoke of it. It was hard to believe there had been a time when the wolf had not ruled my people. Since I was but a child, I had heard the stories of life before the wolf had come. They were like fairy tales in my village, told and retold but rarely belie...
George stared at the glowing computer screen from the depths of his dimly-lit "man cave", as he called it. In reality, it was the basement of his mother's house, where he spent most of his spare time. It was very cave-like, being dark, damp and smelling of moldy things growing. There was little that would be considered manly about it. It had a furnace in on...
This is one of my first fictional works and may not be great in the eyes of others. I'm willing to learn but from the perspective of women and women only. Since I cannot claim to know what lies in the minds women...especially the dominant woman, I cannot effectively provide the best written stories. I seek feedback from ALL women, but greatly encourage opini...