The beginning of this story finds you on a rare day off along with your best friend, Matt. You've known Matt since you were in middle school, and you wound up going to the same high school since there was only one in your small town. You both moved out of state to the same college, and even ended up working in the same office after graduating, though, managi...
Hello everyone, I want to thank all who have read, voted and commented on my stories. This is a work of fiction and fantasy. The events depicted within, did not and should not happen in real life. Any similarities to real people and places is strictly coincidental. All characters in my story are above the age of 18. I do realize that what happens in this...
Laura stood naked in front of the mirror in her heels, applying lipstick. She was dreading another boring evening with Greg's stuffy friends. Greg, her husband was a senior partner at a top New York Law Firm. He had done well for himself, but at 42 he looked 50 with thinning hair and a beer belly. Tonight's party was a formal affair celebrating a client win...
I'd often joked about having 'a bit of black.' Not remotely racist, I suppose I never really thought seriously about the issue. I know I should never have been upset if my teenaged daughter had come home with a black guy. So the happenings I am about to relate shouldn't have come as a surprise to me - but they did, in a way. I flew out to Toronto, for my f...
I awoke to Doug's arms around me. Doug was looking at me as my eyes focused. "I love you," I whispered to him before we kissed. "How was your evening?" Doug asked cautiously. "I went through with it as you asked. I had sex with Jim." I figured now was not the time to give him the details. "How was your night? Was it all you thought it would be?" Doug was...
"I don't like being around those people," said my wife, Jenny, looking out the window at our two black gardeners mowing the lawn. Jenny was wearing a short terry cloth robe and her curly brown hair was tousled prettily. I ran my eyes from her lean legs, up to her large breasts barely contained by her robe. My wife had just turned 30 which was 25 years my j...
I have never tried to write in first person. Let me know if you like or dislike it. * * * * * Jim: I was surprised when Laura broached the subject of swapping. We had talked about it on one or two occasions but I thought it was taboo with her. This time she seemed in favor of trying it at least one time. Laura: Jim seemed upset when I pretty much put him...
Aaralon was nervous; he was not only disobeying conventional wisdom by attempting a summons but he was flaunting the strict rules of the boarding school by doing so. He was twenty years old and had been in College of Light Shadow for the last fifteen of them, he couldn't really remember what his parents looked like and all that really seemed to matter about...
I met Rail at a CB equipment swap-meet. We were both looking at the same piece of gear. It was the last item of its kind there, and I bowed out to let her buy it. Rail was certainly no beauty queen, but she had a great sense of humor. As we chatted, she told me why she picked Rail as a handle. She knew she was skinny as a rail and ugly as a mud fence. She w...
We'd come out in Pete's car, since he knew the way; and for the trip back, the girls had insisted that I should join them in the back seat – sitting in between them, of course. You might say that Pete wasn't exactly delirious at being left out! However, he admitted that he probably wouldn't be able to concentrate on his driving all that well if one of our...