When I moved to California to go to college, I left behind a boyfriend of sorts in Japan. His name was Tomoyuki. He had spiky black hair and sharp features, but I found him attractive at the time anyway. We were both busy preparing for entrance exams, so we'd mostly just study together, but one day he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I said yes. We didn't...
Two suitcases and carry-on bag in hand, I boarded the plane from the terminal and had assistance with putting my bag on the overhead area above my seat. Standing at five foot one, lifting anything over my head was a struggle. My travel clothes consisted of navy blue sweat pants and a varsity t-shirt from when I ran track in high school but I made sure to car...
For two years I had been dating Jake [when we finally met up again after randomly running into one another at a filthy hole in the wall bar where he apparently worked] and even though we were only dating, he was exclusive and I had pretty much hung up my hunting, fishing, trapping hobbies for fresh meat over a year ago. Our sex life was fantastic but lately...
Stacy made the last adjustments to her outfit as she stood in front of the hallway mirror. In her WCU cheerleader uniform, she stood at 5' 7" with a tight white sweater that showed off her bust. She wore a white pleated skirt with that went mid-thigh on her shapely legs. Her hair was long blonde and past her shoulders. Her face was pretty and she had blue gr...
Cecily Legler Strong sped her heels against the pavement, racing up midtown to Studio H. With each stride, her full cups bounced along her dress, a catsuit of sorts, all skintight and sheen. Those long, toned gazelle legs pounded the pavement, kicking up chunks. She skipped to her own beat, her milfy crow's feet puckering with childlike glee. Today was hers!...
"Hey, Cooky," The Australian voice filtered down through the hatch. "Are you ok down there? Can I try it yet?" In the dark, hot and cramped conditions of the yacht's engine bay, I finished reassembling the engine, tightening the last remaining bolt on the prop shaft before replying. "Yep, go on," I shouted back up the hatch, wiping yet more sweat from my b...
Another sleepy dusty delta day, on the back-ways heading south. Slumped down in the shade by the roadside, smoking my last fat joint, sparks of ecstasy fizz and glow in intoxicating haze. Incandescent molecules ripping comet-trails through my brain. And a patrol car. Wait. Watch its trail of billowing dust as it circles, fishtails in, slows to a stop. She sl...
AUTHORS NOTE: This is an old story I wrote way back when I was first trying my hand at this craft. I recently rediscovered it, and am now posting it with minor editing. Please enjoy, and as always, all constructive feedback is appreciated, and please vote. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = One of the advantages of living in a new subdivision is...
It was Alain's coming of age, the day the Elf Lord came. Despite having lived beside the Great Forest all of his life, he had never seen an Elf. There were always stories though. From his mother, tales of when Elves, Men, Hill-folk and the rest worked together. From the old blacksmith in town, lewd rhymes of Elf-Maidens and from his father always the story o...
(Abigail) If I had known there'd be eight inches of hot lawyer inside of me before the end of the week, I'd have asked to take Monday off. Instead of making that call, I'm about to walk into a law firm. But first, some context explaining why I'm buried six-feet under a mountain of crap. Gender equality is a fantasy, just like karma. There I am, two weeks a...