We hear a lot of talk about the 'Swinging Sixties' as though nothing happened sexually before or after it. I can tell you the 'Naughty Nineties' did well too. At least being gay was legal in the nineties so once you were over the legal age, the sky was the limit. I had always felt gay even before I knew what "feeling gay" meant. As I grew up there were the...
It's the start of another school year at Goodyear High School for me after a long summer of waitressing at the local ice cream shop. I've always wanted to be a cheerleader, ever since I was about 5 and went to my first football game in town and saw all the beautifully dressed girls doing acrobatics and waving their pomp-pons. My mom promised me, "One day, Na...
Part I It's hard to fathom how much we change as we amble onwards through life, but I reckon that's why we have memories. Who knows where we'd be without memories to keep us company as we cruise along the home stretch? It's a thought worth pursuing, but I'm unusually grateful for my mine but have you ever notices how easy it is to hold onto good memories? B...
"Towels, clothes?" she asked. "Towels. No, I guess clothes. I was thinking of calling for some food and have to be dressed - better, both of us." They hung up their towels and returned to the bedroom. As she was about to leave, she asked where the carton for the rubbers was. "Under the pillow with the others." Snickering, Barbara found it as he started t...
The girl was extremely drunk. Yannis the hospital orderly eyed her dispassionately. She was laying on the trolley, covered by a thin blanket, stinking of alcohol, her golden head drooping to one side, her mouth slack, her shiny red lipstick smudged. Yannis had worked in the Emergency room as an orderly for 15 years and English girls never ceased to amaze hi...
Author's forward – I receive a lot of criticism for the way I end some of my stories. I have lived a long enough life to know that at any given time life hits a fork in the road and it can go one way or another. These forks in the road can happen every few week, every few days, every few minutes or even every few seconds. I often leave my stories at one of...
CHAPTER 1: A PLACE TO SLEEP Amy was awoken by the blaring shriek of her husband and her alarms, alerting them that it was time to get up and start the day. Amy nudged her husband several times to get up, as usual. He grumbled, threw his legs to the side of the bed and proceeded to get their son and himself ready for school and work. Amy hit snooze on her al...
Part 1 I had been upstairs that morning doing my chores. I was dressed in a cute little yellow summer dress and leather heels with 4" wedge heels. When I came downstairs I found Mistress Tina (my wife) and Princess Gina (our daughter) in the den. There was a man there that was unknown to me. "Come here." Tina commanded. I went in and knelt beside her cha...
It began with a dress. She had always loved it. Loved how men looked at her when she wore it. But she always felt a little guilty. She had built her rep and her career on being being smart, forthright and right pretty much all the time. She fought the office battles on equal terms and never allowed her sexuality to come into it. So why did she feel such a a...
19 year old Brecon Storm is a tall man, standing six foot two. But it was mostly all leg. His torso is slightly shorter than it should be to match his long legs but it didn't affect anything really. His mousy-brown hair is kept relatively short. His eyes were unusual in that the pupils were more like a slit than rounded, the pale blue iris ringed by a band o...