I could say that I finally realized the nature of our relationship that spring afternoon in her apartment on East 33rd street. We had been friends and lovers for three months by then and, although we had exchanged the "L" word very earnestly, neither one of us actually meant it. We were young, only 20 at that time, and love was an abstract concept that we co...
This four chapter story is completed, and will be posted at roughly one chapter per week. ***** When Jennifer woke up the next morning, she was alone. Next to the bed was a note saying that Hannah had gone for a run and wanted to let Jennifer sleep. Jennifer was grateful for the extra hour of rest, and even more so for the fact that she didn't have to fac...
Old Hall Chambers, January 2005 As a lawyer I believe I have a duty to my clients even, in some circumstances, after their death. Problems arise when personal relationships conflict with professional obligations. This has only troubled me once but it has been a source of great concern and soul-searching. It is only after much deliberation and lengthy discus...
Another sultry hot day. It must have been 30 degrees all week. Heat hazed, do nothing weather. The kind of weather where everything seems in slow motion. I was in Carries house, sitting on the sofa in the front room. Her tongue was in my mouth, and we were passing the five minute mark of some fairly hot French kissing. Thirty minutes earlier than that, she...
Amanda had just given me a terrific blowjob, easily the best I'd had in a long, long time. I like it when a girl shows a lot of enthusiasm and uses a lot of suction. Maybe it's an age thing, but I really need a lot of tongue and suction to be able to get to an orgasm. I think some girls are afraid they'll hurt the guy's cock. Maybe they don't know there need...
In Nightshade I told the story of how my roommate introduced me to interracial sex. The story continues about my relationship with Lee, a married black man, my college roommate, Karen, and her boyfriend, Jerome. I never asked Lee about his marital status. I was pretty sure that he was married to a white woman and I KNOW he was having sex with other girls be...
"Stop!" "What... Why?" "Stop... Please someone will see us..." "Shhh no they won't and what if they do?" "Don't ... please not here like this..." "Why are you being like this now? you said you were up for it!" Frustrated Rex leans back onto his heels, looking out across the almost deserted beach, in the distance he can see just a few people left, most...
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I guess everyone has favorite sexual fantasies they use from time to time to get themselves off on lonely evenings before drifting off to sleep. I know I do. Probably what's different in my case is that my best fantasy is actually a memory. It began in my sophomore year of college. I was nineteen. My sophomore year in college I had shacked up with my boyfr...
They call them Istanza. The word is derived from a long-forgotten language, a language whose origins are lost in the depths of time. None are left who speak the language in its entirety, but there are a select few who understand the handful of words that are still used. * * * 1: Finding Silra Leeann watched the ceremony with a keen awareness of her own gr...