My phone rang, I pulled the bed clothes up around my chin and let the answer-phone take the call, "Neil Barker is not here and if you want a Taxi it's too bad" "It's Elsie. ring me." I grabbed for the phone but she was gone. Elsie, how could I forget her, I was still finding tiny flecks of aluminium under my foreskin a week after our unwise liaison. I ra...
If you read parts one and two you will recall this adventure took place before the seven taboo words had been defined. Coffee was perked and a pack of cigarettes was sold for less the today’s sales tax. Some things have not changed. “Look, I’ve got a paper to write,” I said in a rather harsh tone. It was true, I was behind on work in three out of four class...
Prologue: Back Then Back then, she would drive five hours wearing no panties to see me. We seldom made it as far as the stairs, much less all the way to my room. I would give her a hug and a deep kiss hello, and the smell of her would get me hard. It was a combination of fresh lipstick, a breath mint to cover the cigarette she'd smoked to stay awake for th...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
Driving a limousine in Los Angeles over the past few years has brought me into contact with a lot of well known personalities. Now and then, the contact is more intimate than you might imagine. Now, don't misunderstand me. Not every celebrity I meet takes me to bed. Usually it's a job like any other. But tell me, what stories would you rather hear? Me, I'd r...
"Christ, Bob!" snaps Julie. You just sigh as you feel your skinny cock throb and spurt into the condom next to her bottom. "What about me?" "I'm sorry, honey. You're just too sexy! I came so fast!" you say, blushing in embarrassment that you couldn't fuck your own wife for more than 30 seconds. "Are you some fucking teenager dweeb?!" She spits as she glare...
Baseball. Hot dogs. Apple Pie. Mom. We have all heard these little homilies used to describe classic Americana; the things, big and small, that make us what we are. But what about that OTHER quintessential American tradition? No, not sleazy talk shows; SHOPPING! What could be a more red-blooded, all-American tribute than taking to the malls on a whim and a c...
Chapter IV Away Together Graham and Beverley decided to take a midweek break together. Ever since John's visit there had been an unspoken feeling that there lives had become somewhat fractured and it was hoped that the break might enable them to put what had happened in perspective. Being rather more discrete than Graham, Beverley had said nothing about Joh...
(This story was written for Angela, who decided it was time for her to expose herself on this site where so much of her life was reflected by others, in pieces and parts of others lives. So with her permission and review, I am going to use her voice tell you all about Angela.) As the youngest of three daughters born to a relatively conservative mid wester...
"You are invited to a party at Howie and Liza's cottage on Saturday night. We are hosting a small group to shop with Maureen of PleasureU, an intimate erotic specialty company. Light food and wine. 8:30pm sharp. RSVP" Now, this was an interesting email. It had been well over a month since I had seen Howie and Liza. We'd had a very interesting time exploring...