I always wondered why most animals cannot see colours. Why should colours be reserved only for humans? Perhaps, I thought, if smells make our life more palatable and music gives voice to the unspoken, then colours are our guardians against the prosaic. It may be that colour is our last refuge in the face of mortality. We die, yes, but not in a grey world. We...
That first night she spent on the floor in fear of the unknown finally and thankfully came to an end as she was roused from the light sleep she had involuntarily fallen into by the nudging of his toe in her ribcage. "It's time for you to get up and be fed," he said quietly in a controlled tone as his toe came to rest yet again in her ribs and his knees cra...
I started bartending because I though it would give me a great opportunity to get laid. From all of the stories I have ever heard bartenders seem to get the most action, maybe I got the idea from watching "Cheers." Anyway I was a senior in college and had plenty of action with the sorority girls, but wanted to get with some more mature women and experience n...
I faked sick at work because I was bored and wanted to come home, besides the wife would love to go out for an Indian food lunch. I didn't call her as I wanted it to be a surprise. When I got to the house her car was still in the garage and I couldn't find my wife anywhere. So I figured she had gone out back and I went to go see. Standing on the backyard pa...
(Thanks to all who read and voted for my first story recently). Charles closed his cell phone a little after 10 pm and felt a surge of pleasure and expectation run through him. Melissa had just called from her office in the far northern suburbs, saying she was almost finished for the evening and would love to have him pick her up in a little while. There...
Rich's Story Zoe walked into Rich's office and asked if she could speak to him. She was a pretty girl, a little chubby, but sensual nonetheless. She had a happy personality, but at times she became depressed because of the tragic turns in her life. Her husband died four years ago leaving her with a fourteen-year-old son. Rich knew that left her little time...
A story written in conjunction with a pen pal as a bit of fun. It describes a fantasy picnic in the woods. We are walking along a quiet country lane on a scorching day. We pass a thick mature pine wood which has a deep bed of pine needles under it. It is lunchtime so we venture into the cool depths of the wood, find a secluded spot and have our picnic lunch...
Aisha, my Monday girl. It has been a very busy and lucrative life since three of my pals decided to compete with the Chippendales, the group who gave a lot of happy women attending hen parties and the like, a great deal of naughty thrills. It struck me just how women can look at it (literally) and laugh whilst their male counterparts attending a strip club...
Putting down her pen in frustration Jennifer decides to power-walk off some of her tension. There is a corner store 3 blocks away from the brownstone she shares with her husband, Kirk, who is out of town on yet another business trip. Heading out the door Jennifer hardly registers her surroundings, musing over her problems. She had been trying to write a le...
Since last summer, I don't look at hikers in the same way any more. I wonder what's underneath all that outerwear. A friend I hadn't seen in years called up to say she was planning to walk a section of the ...... Way, near where I live, and she wondered if she could stay over the night before. I said I'd do a bit of the walk with her. When she arrived, we...