Chapter 1 The sun streamed through the slats of the wooden window blinds catching the edge of the pillow. He felt the warmth on his chin and slowly opened his eyes. He rolled over slightly onto his back and rubbed his right eye with his right hand as he adjusted to the light in the room. Slowly he sat up onto his elbows, dragged the thin sheet barely coveri...
Dan's first day at college was a shocker. As with all freshmen, he was required to live in a dorm for his first year, or at a fraternity. He wasn't big on the Frat idea so he took the luck of the draw on a dorm room. He was assigned to 3C on the top floor of the building and away from the stairs and elevator, not a bad location really. But finding the buildi...
'Are you a lesbian or something?' Gary asked. 'No, Gary. I'm not a lesbian. I simply don't want to... well... have sex with you. OK?' 'But you let me buy you supper.' 'I think you'll find that the company bought supper for both of us,' I said. 'In fact, technically, it could be said that the client bought supper. Travel, accommodation, and sustenance are...
Not really sure where to start. I have always said that my second wife (Michelle) and I were divorced because Michelle was a lesbian and left me for another woman. Well that was not true. We had only been married for about two years but she was already getting really bored with me I guess would be a good way to say it. Anyways I made a huge mistake back in...
1. Crew Call The rotund, smiling man stood up and addressed the group in an unexpected Irish accent. "Okay everyone, if I could just have your attention. For anyone who hasn't worked with me before, I'm Steve Thomas, and I'll be your director this evening. Over here is Amanda, our staff producer. Doug here is technical director. Sam is our engineer. And Ph...
"Saxon slaves! Yellow-haired Saxon slaves!" Donaire turned at the slaver's shout on the back of his horse, with the sound of well-worn leather creaking. The heavy iron helmet he wore shortened his view to the side. Yet, he did glimpse the thin silhouettes of ragged blond-haired slaves atop a thick wooden block. Four . . . nay, five and the last two were wom...
My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby li...
Note to readers: Please take the time to read “Where’s Waldo” Parts I and II. You must be at least 18 to proceed. This story is a little different than the typical “loving wives” so be prepared to see some incest and even some bisexual parts. I thought about ending this story at part III but as you will find there is no ending. Waldo lives forever….Slickman....
A/N: Co-authored with Christine Thessen Chapter 1 -- First Taste She ran through the dark forests not looking back only forward her long crimson hair flowing like blood behind her, her crimson eyes looked around in fear as she ran not caring where her legs took her just to what she felt was safety. He smelt the rich scent of fresh blood on the air and loo...
For all of you who have followed this story since the beginning, those of you who have discovered it along the way, and those of you who will find it in the future, I appreciate your readership. This is the final chapter of UCLA to Big D. I strongly encourage you to read the epilogue as well...the final chapter is dedicated to all of you supposed know-it-all...