It was 1958, I was 18 years old and I had been staying with my cousins Megan and Morag in their cottage at Cairncarron over the summer. My Aunt had left us alone for a couple of weeks to look after a sick friend. On Tuesday Morag asked me to deliver a letter to Colonel McAllister's widow who lived in a big Edwardian house on the edge of the village. I had t...
My wife likes to experiment in strip clubs and play dangerous games. This is one of her stories. "Get over here Ho." My wife walked over to the strip club manager. She had just finished a shift dancing. It was her second night. She had entered an amateur contest the night before and first prize was a hundred dollars and a job if she wanted it. I watched h...
My boyfriend broke up with me several months ago. At first, I was heartbroken because I thought he was the one I was supposed to be with for the rest of my life. As time went on, I realized that I was better without him. He only called me when he needed something; he rarely checked on me when I was sick. And the worst part was that he was abysmal at sex. He...
Chapter I I was 19 years old when my father gave me "The Gift." At that time I didn't know what it was and didn't know what to do with it, but it didn't matter. I respected my father and did what he told me to do. We were an unusual family, my father was a full-blooded Seminole Indian but didn't live with my Anglo mother and myself in Jacksonville, Florida...
A full moon hung over the Maine coast, turning the landscape electric blue and adding an eerie quality to the whitecaps of the incoming tide. Maggie McIntyre, perfect in her green suit and light blue blouse, leaned against the ICU window, gazing at the night. Her grandmother, Margaret Houlihan Pierce sat next to the bed where Hawkeye lay motionless. Occasion...
Rubbing his cock, Derek was deciding what to wear. Should he wear something conservative, or something more casual? Definately loose in the crotch area. His penis, though not too large, was big enough to hurt when the little guy strained his jeans. His partially hard shaft jumped in his hand as He decided to be casual. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a muscle...
Back in the Eighties, I cut a fine figure of a man in my mechanic's coveralls. Without a word of a lie, one young local lady referred to me as 'that greek god over there'; it may have been an ironic referral, however. That being said, my focus in life wasn't so much the occasional eligible bachelorette that crossed my path, it was trying to eek out a living...
"Dear Lord, do I feel my age this morning," thought Regina. She got out of bed and hobbled out to the kitchen. She hadn't really wanted to move into this retirement home, but she couldn't keep up the old farmhouse anymore. Her son William had taken over the farm pretty much right after her Frank had passed eight years previous. But Regina had tried to stay o...
Thanks to everyone who took the time out to read my story, and actually like it. I will admit that I didn't know much about dragons when I first wrote this, but I am doing some research on them, and their myths, hopefully I will be successful at putting my own little twist to it. Feedback is more than welcome. Tell me how you feel. But please be nice I am no...
The light on the patio reveals a few figures in my yard, most in the process of leaving, one of the older gentleman nods appreciatively before wandering off, but a younger one seems frozen with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. He's standing near one of the lattice posts and seems to be leaning on it for support. His hands are at his groin, shieldin...