She stood in front of the desk, her back to me. Late afternoon sunlight poured through the window, penetrating her thin summer dress and illuminating, underneath, the body I desired so much. From my position by the door, her highlighted form and the white bra and panties that hugged her smooth skin, were so plainly visible. I followed the outline of her slig...
Tuesday is the only afternoon when I don’t mind at all staying after school. I had been trying to grade some papers but wasn’t getting much done. It was hard to concentrate on points of American History with Susan waiting for me. And she was indeed waiting. She was waiting where I left her tied up in the unused guidance office. I couldn’t think of anything...
This story is also available from HER point of view, named "Personal Delivery (her)" ***** I was out making deliveries. Maybe some think it's unmanly to be a single guy selling Tupperware, but it was an extra income I could manage. I was at the end of my list, one more bag to deliver. After double-checking the address, I rang the doorbell. This bag was for...
Larry, put his fork down and smiled at Hannah. "Those latkes are the best I've tasted since my Bubbe passed away," he told her. "Who are you kidding? When did your Bubbe ever even pour you a bowl of cereal much less make latkes," Hannah retorted. He chuckled. "Cruel but true. I remember Mom trying her hand one Hanukkah and giving up somewhere around the mi...
This story is largely the truth but has been slightly embellished with what I would have liked to have happened. This chapter covers what happened when I find out what she really likes. Please read the earlier chapters if you haven’t already. Feedback will be eagerly received. Chapter 3: She has a weakness We were lying together making out one evening when...
New York is a big town. A town where you don't know anybody, a town where you are always on the run and a town that never sleeps. The streets are lined with buildings, all crammed in to small lots, leaving the city no room to breath. Robert Davis, a twenty-five year old stockbroker, lives in New York. He has only been here a year and still is not used to ho...
The Lakers' scout at the State Cheerleading contest in Akron had picked up Sadie while her high school competed. Springfield High had not won any awards but Sadie had received an offer to try out for the Lakers' Cheerleader squad. Sadie was so excited when she boarded the Greyhound for the long ride to El Sugundo where the try-outs were being held. It was...
This short story was written as a fantasy for Wicked Kitty. I hope all enjoy. * This will be our first date we have, not yet met. We have had correspondence on the computer through email. We have learned a little about each other. We know what each other likes. The foods we like. The places we like to go to. What turns us on. We feel that it is time to mee...
I never enjoy going to business conferences. They so cut into my time and freedom. And I never meet any cool people. I would not have been there if I didn't have to. The first day drug along at a snail's pace. I was ready to commit hara kiri by then end of the day. Luckily the hotel had a well stocked bar so I decided to skip dinner and head straight for a...
A friend of mine Mark invited me to come along with his girlfriend Sandy, her sister Kelly, and her friend Valerie, to go hiking for the weekend in the mountains. It was a 40km hike, of which you completed 20km a day and spent the night sleeping over at a small campsite in the mountains, which had a few rooms with bunker beds and shared public shower and toi...