Ally drove down the mountain and found Lois Aylor's farm on the road just before entering the northern outskirts of the village of Washington. It was only with some difficulty that she found it, because she hadn't been there in years. There was a new Mercedes sedan parked by the door to the farmhouse that couldn't be either Lois's or her mother's, so she was...
{Nothing erotic here at all, which is why it is posted as "Non-erotic." Sure, one naked female, but if you bother to read this you will see that was not erotic, either. It is strange how things just happen. I spent two decades with my former wife Dotty, good ones where nothing happened at all. We worked together, ate together, made love on Saturdays togethe...
Note: This is something really different for me, inspired by a song that really touched my heart (if you've heard it, you'll probably know what it is). ----- The weak sun filtered through the bare trees as Jonah walked across the Millers' fields to get to Bethany's house. He listened to his feet crunching over the light snow, and wondered what Bethany's ne...
Jamie hurries to get ready, excited about her date with Rider. He'd promised to take her to Bounders, a local biker bar she had heard about but never had the nerve to visit. He had been hesitant at first to agree but she had given him her best puppy dog eyes look…smiling as she remembers how easily he had given in. Jamie sits on the chair blowdrying her hai...
Monday morning I dressed in one of my most expensive pantsuits. I wanted to look as professional as possible when I dropped the bomb on Dr. Miliano. He wouldn't be surprised, I thought, only that this was happening so soon. After Derek flew back to Boston, I'd spent time on the phone with Isabel, and talked to my Dad. I'd made up my mind that I wouldn't ask...
His mother, Elizabeth, had grown up in the Episcopal Church, and, with her parents, she had worshipped at St Andrew's over on the west side of town, the 'money' side of town, every Sunday. And though James was her 'sweetheart' even then, he wasn't drawn to the church – had never been interested in any church – yet that didn't seem to matter to her. She talke...
Elliot slammed the bedroom door behind him. Grabbing the banister and almost jumping down the stairs, he grabbed his jacket off the hallway rack and was out the door. Pausing only slightly at the front steps, he moved to his car and started the engine. Afraid to go and afraid to stay, he backed out of the driveway and headed toward downtown, not knowing wher...
Rico answered by pulling me tighter to him by running his hands up my back and kissing me again. I couldn't believe the sensations running through my body as it reacted to the feel of his firm musculature and the musky aroma of his clean, sexy sweat. I reached down between us and stroked over the lump in his shorts causing a low moan to escape his throat. I...
750... 751... 752. I stood in front of the door, puffing from the exertion of climbing the stairs. This was it. There wasn't much decoration. No comic clippings, or assignment drop envelopes, or notes. Just a business card in a slot. "Lisa M. Rohdes, Ph.D., Manfred Jamison IV Professor of Finance." For a few seconds I just looked around like an idiot, afr...
This is my first story. It is intended for mature audiences only, or for immature audiences 18 or 21 years of age or older, depending on the laws where you live. Constructive criticisms are welcome, trolling is not. I fully understand that some situations described in the below story aren't exactly how things work in the real world. I ask that you suspend di...