Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot down my thoughts. A special thank you goes out to Azrael, who took the time to edit my work (I still love the hyphen too much!!!) You showed me how to get a little more "hardcore." Thank you also to Rockcrawler and Company. Your life is a continual inspiration. Ther...
Author's note: This story uses the same characters found in 'The Interview'. I think this story stands by itself, but if the reader wishes to read the other story, by all means, please do. Also, thanks to Carillon for your editing help. Thanks, and enjoy. * Gloria Walker walked into her office on a Thursday morning, and hung her coat up on the rack. M...
Alex kept calling Kara until she finally answered, her voice trembling faintly like it did when she tried to be strong. She tried so hard, but she could never quite manage it when she was talking to Alex. "Hello?" "Hey, Kara." There was a pause, and Alex could imagine the flustered look on her face, the little embarrassed blush as she tried to hide her dis...
Like virtually every other little girl in the world, I vividly remember my mother's constant nagging about keeping my dress pulled down so the boys wouldn't see my underwear. She was forever reminding me to sit like a lady, keep my legs together and be careful about bending over when I was wearing a skirt, or a dress. She never bothered to explain to me exac...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Forty-six-year-old Tommy has sex with Susan's best friend's daughter, 20-year-old Christine. Continued from Chapter 7: "Sorry Susan. Really, I am," he said even, no doubt, he wasn't sorry at all. Susan looked at him as if she hated him as much as she hated her mother. "I know what I can expect fro...
"We, all who live, have A life that is lived And another life that is thought, And the only life we have It's the one that is divided In right or wrong." ― Fernando Pessoa -------- Riding along this road to Samantha's home, I can't even look at her face anymore. Well, she got me there. That shut me down. This party is over. I wanted her to like me. To wan...
The beginning half mile was a fairly worn dirt path about 3-4 feet wide most of the time. There were frequent areas where dead brush or small bushes had collected or grown in and made the trail quite narrow in some places. Walking along the trail through these areas fully clothed was an easy task. For someone who was completely naked, with the exception of s...
Chapter 4 — Rachel's Epiphany Rachel had to wait a couple of weeks before she could start work at the clinic whilst she waited for the expected negative results on her tests for sexually transmitted infections. She had plenty of time for second thoughts and she woke up a few times in the middle of the night in a cold sweat of indecision, wondering whether s...
Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. --------- Considering this was supposed to be an entry in the Geek Life Event, I suppose I should whip out some Geek Cred. I started programming computers at 14. My first computer language was Dartmouth BASIC. My second...
For several months after my outlandish naked escapades in Southern California, it seemed like Susan and I spoke of little else. Almost every conversation eventually wound its way back to the events of that day. We had agreed that I was unbelievably lucky not to have ended up on some sex offender registry. (Don't laugh. I've since learned that you don't have...