*** One *** She was thirteen when it started. That's when she found the large leather glove in the mall. Something drew her to it, as if it were reaching out to her. She touched it briefly, and it seemed still warm and alive. For the next two hours in the mall, she would walk by it, again and again, constantly checking to see if someone claimed it. But no o...
Chapter 12: Tasi and Marge returned on New Year's Eve; in plenty of time to organise their traditional extended family celebrations. The rallies would be coming from Porirua and some even from Auckland. Marge was an influential matriarch within the Islander community and her New Year parties were famous. Mark had spent a delightful few days with Katy, go...
New PE teacher and his wife seduced by well-hung student I made it! I made it across that stage wearing the Cap & Gown! Plowed through the long years of college and graduated! Yes! High-five! Thanks to Uncle Sam and the GI Bill, I had a diploma! Eleanor and I were in the Army in tough times, and when I hit 20 years in 1965, we decided to retire. As a drill...
Summary: A white teacher succumbs to her long resisted black submission fantasy. Note 1: This story was written in response to a fan request for Pam and John...hope you enjoy! Note 2: Thank you to Sydney and Julia for a role-play that inspired much of the action in the hotel room. Note 3: A special thank you goes to Estragon for editing my work. Note 4:...
This is just some of the things I thought of that can happen to first time swappers. If you're a spelling or grammar Nazi this isn't for you. Enjoy. ***** I'm Eric. I'm 28 years old and I stand 6ft 2in high. I weight around 210 pounds. I'm a carpenter by trade and I work for a guy that builds tract houses. My boss likes me because I show up every day on...
AUTHORS NOTE- This story is based on trips my wife and I made to Koversada, the largest and most fun nudist resort in the world. I think if you have been fortunate enough to visit, most of the events will ring true. My wife is quite promiscuous and although I have tried to recount all her entanglements, I am sure I have left something out. This story is ent...
All the seats around the massive oval conference table were occupied except one. It was a stylish conference room located just six stories from the top of a skyscraper and provided a panoramic view of the downtown. The trendy graffiti-inspired paintings by a living but high-dollar contemporary artist, the prime location, the state of the art audio-visual sys...
When Donna walked through the door, Steve blinked. And then he blinked again. The first blink was caused by his surprise at seeing her there; the second was caused by her expression. Something about the way she held herself erect and the quivering chin made him think of death and firing squads. Steve's testicles retracted in fear. The hair on the back of hi...
NOTE: This starts a bit weird. I actually incorporated an older prose poem of mine to use as "Joe's Dream" in the Prologue which may be a bit hard to understand. Don't worry. Things get much easier to read afterwards. The story occurs in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St Paul in the mid to late nineties. There may be similarities to real people, but thi...
Author's Note: This story continues the story of Vance, Marcia's friend introduced in "Marcia Goes Back to School". I have made an effort to make sure that this chaptered story can be read as a stand-alone or as an episode in a continuing series of stories set in the fictional town of Torquay, Connecticut. Readers of my earlier works will be familiar with Mi...