Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** As the saying Biblical goes, "To everything...
It had been three years since I'd seen Roberta, we'd lived in the same apartment building and met while doing our laundry. After that first session I made sure I would be doing my clothes every time she did hers. She had beautiful blue eyes, framed with black hair and cut in a page-boy style that made her look like my favorite (and sexiest) singer, Linda Ron...
This story was co-written by Biplaymate420 and Belegon, with Biplaymate420 writing Joanne's character and Belegon writing Andrew. Karen is a joint venture. The first part of the story can be found here. Although this is the second chapter, we feel this story can be enjoyable on it's own. However, please do read the first part also, as Belegon (especially) is...
This is a true story -- so the story may be a little slow and quite a bit tamer than you might be used to. Since this isn't fiction, it's not going to read like "Dear Penthouse Forum", but hopefully reads more realistically! We're a Vegas couple in our mid-40s with a grown child that's already left the nest. We've lived here for about eight years, and have...
Have you ever just disliked someone for no sound reason? That was Paul, or how I felt about Paul. I didn't like him at first, despised him would be more accurate. He seemed quietly arrogant, like he knew something that everybody else didn't, maybe something they were incapable of knowing, since to him they existed several steps below his razor-sharp intellec...
“You have to realize, women all have one basic Halloween costume; The Slut,” my friend Bill observed as we scoped out the party. “Everything else is just a variation on the theme. Look, you’ve got Slutty Nurse over there,” he nodded to a girl by the bar, “Slutty Maid, Slutty Punk Rocker, Slutty Devil, Slutty Pussycat and, of course, the ubiquitous Slutty H...
The double doors of the church stood open, and a man outside was greeting people as they walked up. Kelly tossed her blonde hair behind her shoulder, and thought, 'Here goes nothing.' She could hear the piano playing and people singing as she approached. The man said good morning to her, and she replied with a smile. As she walked up the stairs, people came...
This is a longer story than those I've written lately. It is not a love story, not an incest story, and not a gay story. Is it a story with a grain of truth in it? That is your call. For me, it is just a fantasy. Weekend at the lake I began loading the car with weekend essentials for a planned escape to the lake. I enjoy a trip there every three or four...
[Welcome to the second episode of this multi-chapter tale. Special thanks to LoveDrewandEmmett for her invaluable help editing this story. Couldn't do it without you, beej. Please take the time to comment. Thanks for reading!] The Sequacious Maiden and the Crafty Wizard, Part 2 Tess didn't remember the walk back to the farm, the questioning stares of h...
Franz Kafka had a great influence on writing and literature in the 20th century. Even today, strange and/or creepy stories are called Kafkaesque. In his novella "Die Verwandlung" (usually translated into English as "Metamorphosis") a man slowly turns into a cockroach. In my version of Metamorphosis, I go one up on Kafka. Not only does a woman totally change...