Debbie always woke up slowly, and in that one narrow, specific sense, this day was no exception. For the first thirty seconds or so, she really just laid there and savored the delightful sensations of half-asleepness. She had just started the full body stretch that would really begin her day when some recollection of the events of the previous night started...
It was a typical neighborhood joint. It had a U-shaped bar with stools at the sides and standing room in the middle. There was a small dance floor that was seldom used except on weekend nights. There were perhaps twenty tables and a few booths around the dance floor. The music leaned towards the oldies and so did the clientele. The Bee Gees triggered a swar...
Where to start. I had left my cheating spouse and moved to another state. My employer had gone overboard to keep me. I got a good office and was kept busy. I would work then go to my apartment. My co-workers took to calling me the hermit. Thinking back on the past was what I did every night while at home. At work I was busy enough that I didn't dwell on the...
This story is dedicated to all the Polly's I've known and wish I'd known. -- The late afternoon sunlight still shone on the treetops as we began climbing the wooden stairs of the old forestry service fire tower. When we got above the nearby pines and oaks, the horizon opened up around us. It was one of my favorite sights. But not today. Polly Wright was a...
It all came to me in a sudden moment as I drove down the road. I looked down as I steered the car. My hand was on the back of her head as she was buried in my lap. My moans and erratic driving gave clear indication that my stimulation was currently being attended to properly. Her hair, long and dark and draped over my waist had a slight hint of blond streaks...
Author's Note: I'm completely shocked at how many people not only read the first chapter, but liked it. So here is the next installment in the series. *** I woke up the next morning sore and distraught. My body ached from the blissful abuse I wasn't used to, but my mind ached at what I had allowed to happen. I didn't know what to do. I had never been in a...
"The gruesome ghoul, the grisly ghoul, without the slightest noise,Waits patiently beside the school, to feast on girls and boys..." -"The Ghoul," Jack Prelutsky *** The first time the Night People came for Amina she was six years old, and it was Valentine's Day, and also her birthday. She stayed up late that night with a flashlight, looking at the Valen...
It had been one hell of a party. The last thing Ben really remembered about it was Jack and Carl passed out on the couch and Jennifer using her cell phone to get the photo. They looked funny as hell, Jack's head had flopped over onto Carl's lap, his mouth hanging wide open. Of course they had to get a picture of that, it would be great ammunition for giggl...
When we woke the next day we were still without kids and Amy wanted to reconnect. I know she didn't know what to say so having sex was the next best thing. I had been laying there for about an hour before she woke thinking about the night before and how we first met. You see I met her the very first day she arrived at college. My fraternity, as a service pro...
(My thanks to everyone who responded to my earlier writings. I know it has been awhile since I posted but that is part of the tale. When I showed Michelle the "Joy of Candi 1" memoir, she was very uncomfortable with the idea of going pseudo-public. Per her wishes, I agreed to cease. However, events over the last years have changed her mind and it is with her...