He took a deep breath, let it flow out of him. His thoughts turned to the more pleasant and his wife Beth. That helped pass the time and finally Mike pulled into the driveway, home at last. The snow had made a thirteen-minute trip take upwards of over a half-hour. So much for convenience; the city designers had done their work well--but there were some thin...
I received some great feedback on my other two, true-life stories. I also received several private messages asking that I write more and to tell about my first experience with a black woman. So I thought I'd try. Now understand, this is NOT a "sex story" so if you're looking for that kind of a story you need to look elsewhere. I also am not making any type o...
All the girls giggled as Eva blushed, though Fran giggled most, for she had more practise. Lucy just rolled her eyes... Her eyes... "Had they really been purple?" Lucy asked herself, "and if they had, why were they not now? Was it true? Was she really a Dragon?" She had understood exactly what the white Dragon had meant by her having to change, our heroine i...
2017 hours Dorian Jackson stepped out of the door of his aunt's house and looked around. Even though it had been a year since he had last been home to Philadelphia, the neighborhood hadn't changed a bit. He shook his head and turned the corner to walk towards the bus stop on 52nd Street, a block down the street. When he was still about half a block away, he...
Copyrighted January 2011 by jake60 Hello dear reader. My name is Jake MacLeod, and I wanted to tell you a bit about my history with the romantic side of Valentine's Day. As is usual for me these days, I'm relaxing in my recliner with a 'wee dram' of good single malt close at hand, and my favorite Blues station playing in the background. Why don't you get...
** As always, thanks for inspiring me.. this story's for you, as are they all ** I walk into the lounge, scanning the room and the faces for you. As my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, the music and voices of the dense crowd fill my head. I make my way through the lounge towards the large back room. This has become our place, and I know you'll be there wait...
Your soft hair cascades fragrance that surpasses the most intelligent flowers, sometimes-wild naturals other times hybrids designed by human intelligence; unleashing taster-glimpses of the ideas within. Your forehead is a flowerbed of insight, sometimes wrinkled with furrows and deep thoughts. Your eyes are naughty olives wrapped in delicate petal eyelids. Y...
The ticking of the clock, the slow movement of the minute hand across the face of her watch seemed to taunt her. Amanda knew she had started her preparations for her date too early, and now all she could do was pace. She was afraid to sit down and wrinkle her skirt or have a glass of water and mess up her carefully applied lip-gloss. On her third lap around...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * Ralph collects his last pair of panties, Valentine's Day panties, to complete his collection. Ralph collects panties. Of course, even though he knew that panties could be a fetish for some men, he assured himself that it wasn't a fetish for him. He never thought he had a panty fetish, that is, until...
I'll start by telling you a little about myself, and giving you some back ground on myself. I think it's important that you get to know me and understand me. My name is Carl; my friends call me BigC, or driver. I'm just over six feet tall and I weight 215 pounds with dark brown hair and brown eyes. I drive trailer trucks for a living. Loading and unloading...