Charlene and I met in the 60's, married in the 70's and moved to the suburbs with thousands of others of our generation. We now find ourselves in our late 40's, our children in the process of leaving the nest and we are wondering what happened to our youth. Charlene is one of those girls that got better looking with age. When I met her in college she was a b...
In the past few months, I've been working part-time as a barista at a local indie coffee shop. Something I've done a bit in the past at Starbuck's then briefly at a bikini/lingerie coffee shop. I wish I hadn't quit that job but the commute was more trouble than the money I was making. Lexi has been splitting her time at a local massage parlor and strip club....
Our Neighbor, Our slave. I had seen Renee many times over the last year. She seemed to be a cool neighbor. We didn't talk often, I was always going one way while she was going another. I noticed her sometimes getting into her car going to the gym... I always admired how well shaped her legs and ass were. I would sometimes catch my boyfriend Steven sneaking...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: all characters are over 18 years of age. This story is dedicated to Zoroaster. Thank you for inspiring me again. *** The dining hall's white Provincial walls shone with golden accents. Crystal chandeliers hung at regular intervals over the mahogany table that seated 20. Every surface in the room glittered with the ambience of wealth. Sterl...
Hi, it’s me Nancy. Everything I’ve submitted so far has been about experiences that I had 2-5 years ago. So this time I figured I write about a more recent experience. This took encounter took place over the Veterans Day weekend, on week long trip I took with my husband to the British Virgin Islands. Hope you enjoy and hope ya’ll write me. The husband and I...
F.X. Copeland parked his truck across the street from the Enright's Colonial house. Real nice, these houses, Cope thought to himself. He had grown up on the other side of Buttermilk Falls, in the tenements, but his Daddy had done some of the work rehabbing the various stately mansions here on Buttermilk Hill, and Cope had helped a few times when he was a lit...
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy. * Estephan bolted upright in his bed. His place was qu...
Dr. Fallow walked down the stairs after his preliminary examination of Mrs. Fessenden. When he reached the bottom the maid held his hat for him. George realized as he put his hat on that he had been whistling a tune. He wondered what sort of case awaited him back in his office -- what was critical enough to call him to return from the house-call on Mrs. Fess...
*WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word u...
Below is part 3 of the continuing saga of "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls", the ongoing story of a college freshman, Jimmy, whose sister, Lori, a Junior at the same college, had talked him into playing on her sorority's volleyball team which was representing the college in the state finals. I want to thank all readers for their kind words and support for the...