Okay, first of all, I'm a nice girl. Or I was. In my nineteen years I had been with maybe eight or nine guys, and all but one of those were oral only. I shared my virginity with a long term boyfriend in high school, but it was nothing to write home about. We had been making out so long that when I finally consented to him entering me and by the time he got t...
GLISTENING **************************************** Chapter One, setting the mood **************************************** *front desk and waiting room for Dr. Prescott, specialist in...whatever brings in the most patients with proper private insurance...quantity over quality* *retail customer service ultra friendly voice* "Thank you so much for calling...
You had made a lot of bad choices in moments of extreme emotion, but this one was shaping up to be one of your worst. When the invitation came in the mail for Paul's wedding, it wounded you. He wasn't supposed to find someone before you did, let alone marry them. Your split had been amicable, even if the relationship nowadays was largely the occasional phon...
Trupti's "apartment" turns out to be the basement of a half-empty building by the Hudson river. In fact we have to go in through the back entrance. Only two small bulbs come on when Trupti flips the switch. And the place looks like a complete mess, like no one has lived there in ages. It reminds me of one of the properties my company bought during the real e...
A hand touched my ankle and was followed by a soft voice. "Where were you?" He asked. "I was under a truck hiding from a sniper. You?" I whispered back as I climbed out of bed to put on my shoes. I remembered where I really was, I had met an American friend Timothy in Kentucky for a weekend of camping in his trailer with his wife and kids. He and I worke...
Chapter 3: One Week Later **Note to the reader: This is the third and latest installment of the 'Karen & The Pool Boy,' series (it is strongly suggested that you read the other two stories first). I don't know if the story of these two characters will continue but as always, feedback is craved and truly adored. Lastly, I would like to dedicate this piece...
She wasn't the kind of girl that most men fantasized about. She was tall, about five seven with a slender willowy body. Her hair was long and black and, when it was loose, fell in waves over her shoulders. She didn't often wear it loose though. And her tall slender body was almost always clad in frumpy ultra conservative clothes. Her face was angular with a...
When I went to Art and Brenda's house one Saturday morning there was a strange truck in the driveway. This was a truck I had seen somewhere before. I put it out of my mind and went about knocking on the front door. As usual I was wearing a pair of cut off jeans, no shirt just the shorts. I wore no underwear either because that was the way Brenda wanted me. A...
"OK, what the hell is that?" Eileen asked laughing. "That is our Play Chair," the saleswoman said with a smile, coming up behind them. "It tends to get a reaction from everyone that comes in here." 'Here' was an upscale 'erotic boutique' in Boston. Eileen and Tom were in town for a get-away weekend and decided a visit would provide a nice bit of spice to t...
Here's the second part of my story, it follows on immediately from the end of Chapter II. Enjoy. Chapter III I stood up and walked towards the two newcomers, both of whom couldn't conceal their nervous excitement. They appeared younger than my black friend, who I'd have put somewhere in the late 20's, these two were much greener, about 21 apiece. Given how...