With gratitude and apologies to Fredrick Brown, and those who preceded him. TW It was still Halloween. Barely. The Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth knocked on the door of the Evil Grown-up. Knock-knock! The Evil Grown-up sat in his living-room half-asleep, thinking deliciously evil thoughts. Visions of apples hiding razor-blades, gooey candy bars hiding se...
Mark woke up to the sensation of a hand gently stroking across his chest. He opened his eyes and turned his head to the side. There, lying on her side, next to him was Rebecca his beloved wife of 8 years. "Good morning." Mark said. "Good morning." Rebecca said. "I think we should talk about last night." Mark said. "Later." Rebecca said. She rolled clos...
Authors Note: This story takes place in an alternate reality, where there are no STD's, no AID's and sex is a joyful and happy experience. This story depicts sex between a wife and men who are not her husband. If that is not your cup of tea, then why read it, move on. About Last Night... Mark and Susan were lying in bed, just enjoying the morning sun as it...
(Author's Note: This short piece is somewhat of a sequel to a story submitted under my first name 'Stephen7'. Although it's not all autobiographical in nature and very much fiction, the premise is based on my annual visit to the doctor for my physical, whom by the way for the last two years has been a very pretty younger woman. This year I did find myself em...
Like to think my editor sexnovella, for looking over this. * 45. BRAW, BRAW, damn phone, who the hell turn you on last night, as I turn over to where Kate was sleeping and notice that she's nowhere to be found in my hotel room, what the hell, I think as I turn over and slap my phone off, what a minute did that actually happen last night, or was that one...
Nick slipped out of Becca's bed, careful not to wake her. He studied her sleeping form for a moment, wondering if last night had been a mistake. He knew she'd really been too drunk for it- but she'd said she wanted him- her body definitely had, but he didn't know that she'd even remember what had happened. He knew he should have said no, but he'd wanted her...
Tony opened his eyes and starred straight up at the bedroom ceiling. He could hear the sound of the shower water running in the bathroom. He looked over and saw the empty bed next to him thinking about last night. Cindy was hot last night. It felt so good to be able to make love to her again. He quickly got out of bed almost jumping with joy. He had to pee...
Memories are interesting things. It is often the smallest thing that grabs my attention and brings me back. This time, it was pulling a skirt out of my closet. I recently had a baby, and am enjoying being able to wear clothes that I haven't in almost a year. I was getting dressed for work, and grabbed my black a-line skirt off a hanger. It hit me almost imme...
One of my favorite authors on this site is misterstan, mostly for how he is able to show the relative powerlessness inherent in some relationships. In the stories he published here, the female characters tend to be on the mean side. Lately, however, he's been writing amazing stories under the name Ben Boswell on that giant corporate site that sells everythin...
Stopping for a Drink It had been a long week. So I stopped for a drink on the way home last Friday night. The bar wasn't busy. The other customer I noticed was pretty, with shoulder length blonde hair, probably bleached, dressed in a sheer, white silk blouse and conservative, expensive wool suit; the skirt ended modestly about an inch above her knees, displ...