I guess everyone has favorite sexual fantasies they use from time to time to get themselves off on lonely evenings before drifting off to sleep. I know I do. Probably what's different in my case is that my best fantasy is actually a memory. It began in my sophomore year of college. I was nineteen. My sophomore year in college I had shacked up with my boyfr...
Then Debbie's phone rang, waking her up. "Do you need to get that, Honey?" I asked. "Yeah, I probably should! It's probably my mom wondering what the fuck happened to me!" Debbie responded. As I stood up, she rushed over to her shorts, grabbed her phone, and enthusiastically exclaimed "Hi Mom!" "Hi Debbie!" I heard a fairly gravelly but feminine voice res...
Years of quiet living in a small town was apparently coming to an end, signified by a moving van suddenly pulling up to park in the driveway of the house next door. The property had been empty for only a few months before it was purchased by someone else, the purchase only indicated from the sign in the front yard. A man eventually steps out of the truck, ch...
Please note this is completely fictional. I never knew Angela and in no way does her personality reflect what was written here. I completely made it up. It is the year 1984 and I am standing on the porch of a quaint log cabin about to put the key in the cylinder to unlock the door with Angela Lansbury standing immediately to the left of me and behind me...
This story is dedicated to carrie p., whose submissive fantasies are the basis of this story. Although this story stands alone you can explore Carrie's relationship with Mistress Amanda in "Submission in the Sun and Sand, Ch.1-2" and its sequel "Submission in the Sun and Sand, Ch. 3-5." Carrie is a 27 year old short curvy blond who has had submissive fan...
It was Saturday, and they had just come home from a nice, lazy day walking through the park by their apartment. There, they held hands and talked about their lives and how they met, reliving a kind of fairy of discovery. It was a favorite conversation of theirs, and they smiled slyly at each other while they watched the other people walking by, or playing wi...
I'd recommend reading Chapter One to get to know these folks before proceeding on; not a requirement, just a suggestion. This Chapter contains equal parts of reality and fiction; as always the incriminating parts disguised as they should be. As always, I welcome constructive criticism, understanding that no written product is ever perfect, and that improve...
I'm on the plane. Holy. Shit. I'm on the plane. I had thought of this moment hundreds of times over the last month, but now here it was and I was even more anxious than I had imagined I would be. I walked down the too-narrow aisle toward my seat in row 18. I looked at my ticket again and back up at the icons on the overhead bins. Fuck. I was in the middle se...
A lone snowflake fell from the December Vermont sky. In just two weeks time, Santa would be making his rounds to little boys and girls everywhere. If the fable were true, Daisy and Felicia (the Johnson girls,) as they were known, would be getting coal in their stockings this year. Their mother Beth had seemingly had enough of her daughters’ floundering ways...
I love the feeling that I get as the sleek canoe glides over the glistening surface. The hiss of the bow, as it slices through the water, forcing it aside with each powerful stroke of the paddle. I love that incredible feeling that I get of being in complete control. I alone determine where it takes me. The solitude and silence of the early morning air combi...