In North Carolina, the coldest and dreariest part of the winter is between January and March. That is when we usually get snow, if it's going to snow at all. That is also when we tend to get more of the rainy, cold weather that I hate. I don't remember the weather bothering me much that year, though. It was a very happy, satisfying time for both of us. Alici...
II Cooling off I quaffed the whole flask off in one go and regretted it instantly. The taste, which was as foul as the smell should have led me to expect, shocked me into the realisation that in a moment's frustration and despair I had swallowed some rank concoction of unknown composition and potency. I half expected to collapse to the ground in agony like...
Author's Note: This is my first submission to the site. I intend it to be a story of several chapters, so I do I look forward to hearing whether I've managed to capture your attention or not. I'm doing the editing myself on this first chapter and I'm trying very hard to make sure it's readable with a minimum of typos, etc. However, if you spot any, please f...
Chapter 2: A New Move I moved back from Sandy and was leaning against the counter top; she was still bent over the kitchen island up on her toes. Man I loved that pose. Her wonderful legs are a work of art, the shapely calves more defined from the tension of being on her toes, giving way to slender, muscular thighs and higher yet to a very well rounded ass....
Back when I was a horny college junior my roommate suggested that I became a member of the cheer leading squad. My roommate Amy was already on the squad and they needed someone to wear the mascot outfit. "Do I need to know any cheers?" I asked. "No, not really. You just dress up as the Panther and try and get the crowd fired up." "Why would I wanna becom...
I came from a broken family. My dad moved out on us when I was about 6 and my mother was always bringing home all my "uncles" to visit a lot. Sometimes the same uncle would come every day, but most of the time I saw a different uncle every day. Mom was a full blown slut. She is the reason why my dad moved out. Mom had me be her watch out to let her know when...
Coffee seemed to be the pole around which life revolved then. Take the coffee bar in the hotel beside the railway station, where Jane used to arrive on her commuter train in the morning. I usually got there first, and would grab the window table – our table, it was, for a season – looking out over City Square. Sometimes I would sneak a look at the crossword...
Characters in this chapter: The Author (me): A 27 year old single male who just got a new job after few months finding for one Miss Jenna: The General manager of human resources in the company. Mrs Patel: The supervisor who is assigned to guide the author on the daily routine of a HR personnel Cleaner: A cleaner lady who cleans the office during break ti...
Prudence was a little dismayed by the West London traffic, but not infuriated with it, as she would normally have been. The triumph of her riddance of Horace, and the sense of liberty it gave her in the light of the first part of her plan going sweetly to schedule, had her merely laugh at the situation, joining in with the chorus of honking horns as a delive...
Mrs. Molly Brett, at 38 years of age, found herself a bored, suburban housewife, her husband gone again, doing another of his museum-display designs and construction assignments. Idly thumbing through a small stack of woman's magazines, she stumbled on an article that caused a bolt of raw, sexual electricity to course through her body. She avidly read about...