There I was at Invesco Field waiting for the fourth day of the DNC Convention to start. The sun was hot that day, beating down on everyone waiting for "history" to begin. I was there for another reason. It's a well known fact that when a woman gets angry, she wants to be fucked hard, right away. Romance has its place, but when a woman wants it, she wants t...
It was a hot day; I was dressed for the weather and the location, just hiking boots, a summer shirt and a pair of shorts. I was following a stream through the forest and enjoying the wildlife and the natural beauty around me. The trail alongside the stream ran slightly downhill so it was an easy walk for me but gradually the sounds of birdsong became oversha...
I fish because I love to because I love the environs where trout are found which are invariably beautiful; because , my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I w...
Please ask for permission to post on other web sites or distribute. I'm looking forward to hearing what you think about my fantasy and real life story! Don't be shy, send me an email. * Opening: Well as many of you can guess from my story called "My first fling" well my relationship with Bob was on the rocks and now it's on the death bed. Still, I do care...
When I was 19, my best friend was Devon. She was married to Brendan, and they had a young son, Lane. Brendan worked as an electrician, and Devon was a stay-at-home mom. I was on summer break from college, working part-time and had just broken up with my steady boyfriend. I had a lot of time on my hands and started spending my afternoons over at Devon's house...
Thank you to all of my many friends at ERWA who have given your precious time and energy to edit and help me make this a better story. The Journey: Pressed to Enlightenment Gymnos wakes up and rubs his eyes. He can hear rain beating against the windows. Fumbling in the dark, he finds the remote. The button responds with a faint click and the heavy brocade...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** (I'm new here and this is my first post! I'd soooooo love to hear any feedback, questions, or comments! Many thanks, xxx, Jade) ***** I wore exactly what he demanded - he told me to dress like a regular girl... he told me he had nosy neighbors and, being a married man, he...
Thomson dragged Freya through the bar by her hair as she yelped in protest. The crowd both parted and stared. 'How many... times... do I have ...to tell you...I do... what I want bitch!' And he slammed her onto a seat. Freya's crime was to object to Thomson tongue kissing another woman on the dance floor. Thomson strode away, back to the woman. Freya sat...
It was my first time on a train I was going to see my uncle in France. That's when I saw her a beautiful women she was 5'1, Blue eyes, Raven black hair, looks about 112lbs. I was about to go and talk to her but a crowd was in the way and she was gone so I boarded the train and when to my cabin and sat down. I must of fell asleep cause I heard beautiful voice...
Lord, it was hot! That's what everybody in town was saying. The old men playing checkers outside Simpson's Feed Store remarked on this fact while mopping away sweat with faded blue bandannas. The women entering Bradford's Store probably felt it worst. The manner of dress mandated by the moral codes of 1906 left them breathless from the binding of tight corse...