I fucking hate the kids' beach parties. Oh, I love, I mean fucking LOVE my beach house, but my daughter's stuck up friends, their pretentious parents, and general teen drama is more bullshit than anyone should handle. Even now she's eighteen, they're all little douches, or to use more appropriate vernacular, cunts. Notice I didn't say "beautiful" or "loving...
I was at very low ebb after my wife left me, so I took myself off for a holiday in the sun in southern Spain. Forty-years-old and suddenly alone, I was at some kind of crisis point, needed to think and rest. But when I got there a deep lethargy set in. I read a lot and walked in the Andalusia hills, ate long meals and got drunk alone in little restaurants. I...
My wife and I had married fairly young, especially for her since I am almost 5 years older than she is. She was merely weeks out of her teens when we wed, and for a long time her modesty was at times a challenge. She was too timid to undress in front of me in the light, and sex was always in complete darkness. Over the months and a few years she began to loo...
Chapter Two -- Therapeutic I sat in the lotus position in front of my Buddha shrine. I had David's shirt resting in my lap, folded neatly with the design face up. I closed my eyes and couldn't believe that it had already been weeks since our encounter. I missed him. It was strange, but I really missed him. I picked up his shirt and held it to my nose, sniff...
"What you need, Alexandra," Christine said, stretched out on the hotel bed next to mine, "is to go clubbing with me. You know, dress up all hot and get some real attention!" I smiled at my best friend. I knew she was trying to distract me from the thoughts of demented dream I'd had down on the Grecian beach just a few hours earlier, in which unearthly force...
To the literary purists – This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. I was encouraged to continue this story, which I don't usually do, I like them to be one and done. Day 02 The early morning...
This is My Story Wanda At The Beach from the point of view of Dillon the villain of the series. I do not like Dillon he is meant to be the bad guy. The day had come at last. I got Wanda right where I wanted her. I had been dreaming of this for years. We had all just turned eighteen and were going to be graduating high school in a couple of months. Wanda...
I'm choking. There's water in my nose and sand in my mouth. A new wave is rolling over me, and I gasp for air again. I'm dizzy; the solid ground below me is no longer solid. The water washes away and somehow I can get up. I'm no longer down; I'm kneeling now, and when the next wave hits, I remain solid in that position. More waves come but they're no longe...
Special thanks to my erotic editor and creative inspiration Spikeo. This is a fantasy, and any play should be built on consent and communication. Please me safe in your play. * I was bored in a chat room when someone began to banter with me playfully. We took turns abusing the quiet atmosphere of the room dedicated to one of my pastimes, “On my knees to...
Ithildess felt her stomach rise and drop again to the slow bounce of the jungle raptor, as it trampled and sunk its claws into the ill-defined path it treaded. It wound its way through the trees seemingly at random, but the mount was as agile as it was imposing, cutting across the jungle floor with ease, even when the beaten path became completely obscured....