The next morning I woke up right at 8:00. I just laid there thinking about last night and if it really happened or if it was just a dream. I noticed I did not have a hangover and looked over and saw Amy was awake. When I tried to talk I noticed my jaw and tongue were sore from you know what. Then I tried to move and realized I was sore all over. I tried gett...
The front door to the home of Paul and Lynn Hew was almost never used. Mostly, they came and went through either the side door into the garage or the sliding glass doors onto the patio. To the right of the entry way was the formal living room, which was kept pristine and was the least used room in the house. At the end of the entry on the left lay the hallwa...
The subway was particularly crowded, and I pushed deeper into the crowd in order to give some room to an older fellow with a seeing-eye dog. The twenty minute ride from Porter Square, where I live, to Park Street in downtown Boston where I work was easier than the long commutes my friends at work suffered through. Still, on days like this the tight quarters...
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Chris and Janet were sitting on the couch in her living room. They were so close that Janet was almost on his lap. It was because they had just been interrupted because Janet's mom came home. They hadn't been doing anything except kissing so they were fully dressed but Janet was trying to look cool and Chris was distracted and trying to hide a bulge in his p...
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Author's Note: This is a continuation of the narrative which commenced with "My Awkward Phase", which I posted here previously. Readers may wish to read that before continuing, although I have written them to stand alone. ***** Natives say that life cannot exist in LA without a car and money. My last days in LA proved those truisms. I'm from Brentwood, "...
Back in 1998 I was in one of the U.S. services and assigned to a staff. We were on a deployment and had pulled in to Fremantle, Western Australia. Being on a staff there were formal engagements we had to attend. On the night we arrived we were to attend a "meet and greet" at a hotel close to the harbor. For political reasons, attendance was mandatory for the...
Chapter 1 – Moving in - Sunday, November 13th My name is Patricia Teresa McKlellan, but my friends call me "PT". I was going through a dark time in my life. I had gotten fired from yet another dead-end job a few months ago. My self-confidence and enthusiasm were buried in a grave in the deep recesses of my psyche. The one bright spot in my life was serving...
Part 33: Just What I Needed At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has i...