The class stood and held hands for the final prayer of the lesson. As I started off, I couldn't help but look out over the group, all friends and neighbors, including my lovely wife. I had, inadvertently, ended up away from her and was standing beside Lacey, holding hands and praying. I couldn't help but notice the softness of her voice as we repeated the pr...
The Bar at the smallish hotel off the casino strip was crowded that November night in 2002 as the conquering heroes entered, some with, valid I.D. some without. These football heroes were all in a boisterous mood. They had just had the best day they could possibly have had against the competition, they had played well and comported themselves like real athle...
The first time he met her was at a party. It had been a gruelling couple of months for Matt, with his final college exams taking a toll on him. Add to that the recent divorce of his parents and the discovery of his girlfriend's disloyalty to him, and it made quite an eventful time in his life. He had decided to try and start afresh, take it easy for a whi...
Adam was lying on his bed. His eyes were closed, the house was quiet, and he was locked deeply onto his usual fantasy subject ... Cynthia Morales. Every encounter with Cynthia over the years had been carefully cataloged in his sense memory ... every touch, every smell, every sight. Adam may have been working on his doctorate in biochemistry, but his real ex...
My niece plays softball in a little league that is sponsored by the city we live in. Her coach, Kristen (not her real name), is really the only fun thing about the games. Kristen was on the thick side. She had sort of a chunky face that she usually packed make-up onto, and pouty lips that are the same dark-red color as her long, curly hair. She's not what...
To all the literary minded folk out there, apologies for my previous two stories without quotation marks. I hope you will find this story to be grammatically correct. I have to say that I really DO appreciate the feedback though, how else can we learn. Many thanks and enjoy... * Somehow, sometime, I must have fucked up BIG TIME! Why, do you ask? Well, let...
Reader: If you're looking for a stroke story, this would probably disappoint you. It's not about fucking, but the story does contain sexual elements. Because it involves public nudity, I've entered it in the Nude Day contest. If you finish the story (all two pages!) and want to vote or comment, that would be appreciated. Thank you for stopping by. I met her...
Dan fancied Rachel. This was no great shock because every other bloke below pensionable age in his insurance workplace also fancied her. Slim, dark haired with neat blond highlights, blue eyes, flawless skin with eye-catching prominent breasts, Rachel was invariably immaculately dressed with simple understated make up. Her smile could light up a room. But Ra...
I was walking home and I didn't fancy returning to the small student flat above the row of shops where I was approaching. The whole country had in the midst of a prolonged and quite severe cold snap I had done enough for the day. It was a Wednesday, a universal half day for students. I had turned out for the 2nd fifteen, had my weekly shower and put a few e...
I looked across the playing hall to find her. I knew where to look, among the top boards of the open section. And she stood out, an attractive blonde-haired woman in a room full of shabby men. She was a chess player, an internationally known master. It was a surprise to see her in Philadelphia, so far from home. There was a good contingent of foreign playe...