You are a farmer, didn't use to be that way but alas this is what you've become and this is where you will stay so long as there are people keeping you away from your true calling. Of course it's not all bad, the isolation made things quieter for you, a chance to enjoy your favorite books, watch shows you enjoys, and hop on down to town to rent the latest mo...
No names here are real, however situations or actions may be inspired by real events and thoughts. John is a far above average student in many ways. He is second in his class and unlike many around him, he has planned accordingly for his future and plans to pursue college for engineering. John may have a few friends, but due to his high intelligence often fi...
My house and my neighbors are at the end of a cul-de-sac. Both houses back up to a dense stand of trees and thicket. It suits me fine that there is only one other house next to mine. I am a very private person and just don’t like all of the neighborly rituals that occur in more developed residential areas. Most of the residents on my street are young familie...
Weak sepia sunlight warmed the wooden draining board, tiny feet kicked excitedly at the prospect of auntie Katie's arrival. Seated on his precipitous perch, the little boy could barely contain himself, his baby eyes seen only the chink of light as Katy appeared at the door with his mother "ma wee soul, come tae Katy ma wee lamb, it's yir birthday darlin' co...
Megan was a small, unassuming woman. Her shy demeanor matched perfectly her slight frame. Tall enough to attract the attention of many men, but thin enough to almost seem unapproachable at risk of breaking, like fragile porcelain. At the bar one evening, Megan sat attop a barstool on the far end of the bar, concealed from view mostly, yet also potentially co...
'So, let me ask you.' I said, 'Do you think we should fuck?' Su-Ling laughed. 'Seriously?' 'Well, why not. We're kind of running out of things to do. It could be fun too.' We were sitting out on my porch in upstate New York on a balmy spring evening having a glass of wine. It was the ninth day of our mandatory isolation after the virus hit New York state...
Chapter Six Containment Jarod woke to the sound of his phone ringing. Reaching over to grab the phone, he saw that it was 6:15. "Yeah?" his groggy voice answered. "Jarod, this is Frank. Justin's here and wants to take some samples from the two of you. How soon can you be here?" As he listened to Frank, Jarod was aware of how hard his cock had gotten. At...
This story is based on what may be an urban myth from my college days. A fraternity brother told me about the incident after my own adventure, described in my story "Pledge Class Payback" so I believe it to be true. When I asked about it, no one could remember the actual names or years or the fraternity. However, it fed my imagination and inspired me to writ...
Lynn turned left, rather than right. Baz had told her not to – but she did it anyway. At the time it felt... funny. Different. Not so much a betrayal but more of a twist. She smiled a bit wickedly in the moment – going off on her own. Wondering if some of her husband's wild, impetuous streak was not rubbing off on her. The desire to do something unexpecte...
The lighthouse had been the focus for many years. It was said to be haunted, but Allen Jefferies had never been one to give into superstition, although he had to admit he was a little creeped out that so many folks had gone missing. Taking the boat to the makeshift dock, he grabbed his belongings and headed in. The light of sunset was falling over the northw...