I always thought there must be something wrong with John's relationship with Heather, he was so guarded when talking about her. I mean, always. "We have a wonderful relationship. I love her very much." That's what he'd always say. Now, John wasn't very social-- well, that's just a state of affairs, isn't it? I mean if you don't go out very much, you're not...
The idea for this story popped into my head as I was out gathering Monarch butterfly eggs off the milkweed in my backyard. I sat down and typed it all out in a couple of hours. This isn't the story I intended to upload as my second offering but it sprang to life so quickly that I decided to just set it free. I'd like to think that this story would fit in t...
CHAPTER ONE Sheila Phillips lay staring up at the ceiling which was tough since their bedroom was dark. It had been another night of hopefulness, hoping that David would make love to her like he used to. Help her to climax, make love to her in that old familiar way. This would not be the night, however. Once again he had thrust in and out, grunting his way...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Neighbors Chapter 2 Monday morning was hectic, they were now pushing social distancing. I had to show my teachers I.D. when I went shopping to get in early, not sure exactly what to buy I bought random assortment of canned and dry goods. There was a big sale on T.V. Dinners, so I stocked up on them. I thought about grabbing rice and beans but smiled to myse...
On Sunday Jan called me and wanted to know if we were still having brunch. She sounded tired but very happy. I had to ask! Well did you do it?” She laughed and said I would have to wait until we were at brunch. My husband wanted to know whom I was talking to and what did she do? I told him it was my sister Jan and she was trying some new sex thing with her...
That Big woman who lives in apartment #210 above me, says I make too much noise. It's not my fault. But she says I'm just too noisy. She says that the noise has been going on for a few weeks now. I don't think I make a lotta noise, but she says so. You know, I think It all started back when I came home from the gym one night. We were at the mail boxes. I tur...
The plan was perfection. There was nothing that could go wrong. We'd covered every angle. We'd even practiced during the mock exams - that's what they're for, right? :) Everything had gone swimmingly - we'd aced the maths mock. Nobody could believe it! Us! Now we were going to ace the real thing. Our A grades were pretty much in the bag already. So, how are...
"I am no lady!" was what she said to me in an e-mail. It got me thinking if I was a lady myself? Then I got some really 'wonderful' feedback, anonymous of course. A reader called me a ". . . fucked up degenerate slut . . .", so what was I? Up to this moment I thought I was a lady. But I guess we need to define 'Lady' and see how I rate. I think any convers...
*Part 6 of an ongoing story... We stood there for a moment, locked in a handshake, across the table. It was official, I was going to be her naked houseboy. Finally, she released my hand. But she didn't sit down. Rather, she remained standing. "So look," she said casually. "Today's Friday. As such, I'd suggest that your first official day be this coming Mon...