Here is another quick shorty, not worthy of too much editing. It's just an utterly silly scenario, and it doesn't get too hardcore. I'm throwing it in exhibitionism since it plays on that element, and there is no relationship element to this story. No imaginary characters were harmed in the writing of this story. Cheers! Thanks for all the encouragement, fol...
Melody sighed as she unlocked the door of her apartment. Thank God it's the weekend she thought to herself. In her hands she juggled her briefcase, a shopping bag of groceries and a bottle of wine. It had been six months since her relationship had ended. She marveled at how far she had come in establishing her independence. She now had her own place, her ow...
1 You are my trickster angel, my sheep in wolves' clothing, my dark temptress, with wicked, wicked hands and sweet, gentle mouth, you drive me to my uttermost distraction. There is the barrier, the angry open sea that keeps me from getting to shore. Then you, my rock; so slippery in the crashing waves. I grip your jagged slopes, and I slip, but you remain;...
A fun picture one from me this time. I have the model's consent to use her pictures in this scene. She's a genuine, part-time model from Bedfordshire, England, similar to Melody to as I depicted in the piece -- although she doesn't take it as far as Melody does, this is a work of fiction after all. OK, in this scene a young man sees a woman he's sure is an...
INTRODUCTION Sonny-Bill Tripp stepped off the bus at Flaxton City and passed wind, the legacy of half-cooked onions in a hamburger he'd eaten at the last stop four hours ago. He was weary with a sore butt from sitting for 33 hours in buses traveling to his hometown. He was almost broke from a bad day and night at poker when his mom received the call from h...
I just wanted to mention my thanks for the encouraging comments. I'm glad to have the support of interested readers. ***** Victria smacked her alarm's snooze, and rolled over to find that Melody had already gotten up. The stretch of mattress was still warm, evidencing her recent departure, and Victria breathed in the lingering scent of her new help. Had sh...
'... until you reach the terminal building and thank you for flying TWA.' The French accent I had earlier been attracted to broke though my thoughts and I realised we were taxiing to the airport building. All around me people were starting to grab their bags and fight their way towards the exit. I settled down again to allow the crush to ease. Why was I he...
This is a story about a husband and a wife who go through some difficult times over a period of several years. I have tried to show their foibles, failures, successes, courage and strength as well as their compassion and love. It is a long story broken into seven parts. If you do not like long stories do not bother to start reading it. Enjoy, Kathi Part I...
She had been alone under the boardroom table for at least twenty minutes now. From her toes to her ass cheeks, Melody's legs were starting to cramp, and one of the very few people who had spoken to her all day had just been forbidden to say another word to her. "Hello! Newbie! Are you still under there?" Gwyneth popped her head back under the boardroom t...
It stung that Melody had called him a "size queen." First of all, he wasn't no "size queen" in any possible way. "Size queen" was the kind of terminology homos tossed around. Demarcus wasn't no "queen" regardless. Even if she intended to say "size king," which maybe she meant (although he had never heard anyone say it that way), it was a preposterous accu...