Sophie was more then a little annoyed, at her age, to be forced by her parents to spend the entire summer vacation away at a summer camp like a little kid. Her friends would all be enjoying their summer vacations at beach houses, sunbaking and partying, or at the very least working back home and earning some real money. Even though she was eighteen, from the...
This is the final part of the story. There is quite a lot of dialogue but it should help bring everything together. Comments and feedback, good or bad are welcome but please be constructive, please don't waste your and my time with pointless rants and insults. Otherwise enjoy. Phallophobia is a real and recognized condition. *** Louise sat at the kitchen...
"Are you sure you've got everything Marlow? Could you please check your pockets again to make sure you've got the tickets?" "For Pete's sake Louise, I've got the goddamn tickets! How many times do you want me to look? Come on, let's get going. Here, give me a hand with all these suitcases. You've gotta help me or we're gonna be late!" It's always like th...
I hate it when my wife goes out of town. I am left to my own devices and do not do well under those circumstances. God knows I am too old to hang out at clubs and I am not a neighborhood bar kind of guy. She tries to take the pressure off by getting some of her friends to invite me over for dinner, but if she is gone during the week I usually decline. I can...
"Hi Pete!" Sherrin shouted across the road. "You OK?" Pete smiled and shouted back: "Yes, fine, you?" Sherrin walked across and smiled at him. "Yes, very well. I was just wondering if you would, eh, you know, rub my back again. It was fun last time wasn't it?" Pete smiled and had an instant flashback to their recent time together where they enjoyed a wond...
Louise stood examining herself in the dressing room mirror. "Ugh," she blew out frustrated. Shopping was never something she really enjoyed but dress shopping was physically painful. She never really understood where her contempt for the activity came from, she laughed thinking of the disaster that had been prom dress shopping. A small smile touched her lip...
You may recall my previous adventures with Gabby the French hitchhiker that I picked up just out of Las Vegas and how we sucked and fucked as we traveled to San Francisco via Los Angeles. You will also recall that I had agreed to give Gabby's sister Louise a lift to Los Angeles. Gabby's sister Louise was a doctor who had just been appointed to a hospital in...
Tommy and I were finishing our congealed plates of scrambled eggs and home fries when Jennifer and Mary Louise came out of the princess bedroom, holding hands and sneaking secretive glances at each other. "Breakfast kind of got cold," I apologized, rising from my chair to seat Jennifer. Tommy stood up and helped Mary Louise into a chair also, taking advanta...
Dear Dirty Diary, Brassy trumpets, thumping drums and crashing cymbals increasingly trespassed into the soundtrack of my most lushly sensual daydream. The brassy confusion of marching bands obliterated the wind's delicate whispering through tall pine trees as well as the plaintive cries of loons. My shimmering vision of sparkling blue waters surrounding our...
The following is based on a series of "what if" moments I had over the course of several years revolving around a girl with whom I am still to this day, somewhat infatuated with (largely due to the fact that despite so many close encounters, I never followed through). While almost everything is fiction, the characters are very much real people, and given a c...