It was my first flight...and to say I was scared is the understatement of the millennium. The monstrous plane eased up to the loading area...my stomach began to quiver...I'm only 18 years old...way too young to die...(gulp) Hey...I'm a serviceman...what do I have to be scared of? I've been trained to kill, no?...Ok not really kill...more like trained to tra...
I might as well tell you how it all went down from the beginning and believe me it was all worth it. It all went down one night when I knocked on Mrs. Tate's door to tell her about the rent situation. I didn't know what I was in for when it came time to meeting her, but as I waited I kept calm and cool, hoping things would turn out for the best. "Who is it?...
Mags had to leave just after nine the next morning; she had a hairdressers appointment. Mum and Jack had an extra hour in bed then they showered and had breakfast. Jack had to be at Babs's shop at twelve to collect the van then go to the school to pick up the seats then take them to the Church Hall. Mags was at the school when he arrived with the van; she wa...
Hi, I'm Betty Reed, widow of Dr. Fred Reed, MD. At age fifty-eight, I am just your average widow. I stand five feet, two inches, and weight one hundred and thirty-nine pounds. There was a time that I was considered very pretty, with a damn fine figure. Gravity has done its work, so now, some would say, that my breasts have "gone south." I spend my time chat...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** Being a graduate student, teaching full time...
I have written most of my stories with a heavy fetish angle. In this story I concentrate more on the Mature BBW genre. I hope this story appeals to more readers than my past stories. I write for the audience. Please leave me a score and comments after you read this short story. ***** My name is Darrell and I am a 22 year old sexually inexperienced man. I a...
A complete figment of my imagination, any similarities between the characters in this story and any persons either living or dead are purely unintentional. The copyright for the following story is owned by the author and it may not be republished without his express permission. Safe Sex:- When writing works of fiction, safe-sex tends to get in the way of t...
Your Friendly Neighborhood Handyman, which was the heading on the fliers I had placed under the wipers of probably 100 cars over the past few weeks. I had been a trained tradesman for my entire adult life, and thus well qualified. I wrote that I was 62 and transitioning into retirement, yet wanting to stay somewhat busy, giving me reason to shower, dress and...
Jennifer Little hopped and skipped and sang to herself as she went along the Forest Path. She was trying to get some dance steps right to go with her favourite singer's latest song and rather raunchy stage show. As was the fashion with girls at that particular time she was wearing a grey top and hood, known as a hoodie from the Riding company, despite the fa...
I just had to sit down and write this, I am in a resort hotel room on the Oregon coast. It is nearly 4 in the morning, I doubt I will finish it before I get back home but I wanted to get started, the thought is in my head. I spent the evening earlier in the lounge downstairs, it was full of men. Nearly all of them were dressed in business suits, by themselv...