I was still a little uncertain what time it was, and how long I been here, but at least I knew where I was. Candy was sleeping to my left, her back to me, and Maya was sleeping to my right on her back. My penis was flaccid. I looked through the window; the sun had set, so I had been here for a while. A soft silk sheet covered the three of us, so I was obviou...
Megan She stepped into the door to find me seated on the couch eagerly awaiting her. The mixed smells of her perfume, cologne, alcohol, and the musk of sex aroused me immediately. Her short summer dress clung to her small frame nicely, accentuating her perky, small B cup breasts, flat stomach and shapely hips. She was carrying her wedge heeled sandals, her...
Friends: Deleted Scenes - Mona's Apology Author's note: Thank you to everyone for your comments and suggestions. It's always appreciated to hear how people like my stories. My next one was suggested by a reader... stay tuned for that. * Rachel was flipping through a magazine, one afternoon, as she sat on the couch in the apartment she and Ross shared. A s...
I returned home after dark that night. My day had been busy with purchases I had never made before. I bought Cay one week's worth of uniforms for school as well as a couple of packs of white underwear to change into, since I had already ruined the only pair she had on. Part of me liked the idea of her dirty garments still around her waist, dried with layers...
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My name is Tom O'Donnell. I'm thirty-six; the Chief Engineer, for Eco-Logics Technologies. The following account was mostly told to me by Kathy, my wife of eight years. I remember it so clearly – every detail and nuance – because, for me, at least, it was the most novel, engaging, and, quite literally, fantastic story I'd ever heard. It all began when Kathy...
*Coast Guard ships are called "cutters" The difference between a fairy tale and a sea story is a fairy tale begins, "Once upon a time...," while a sea story begins, "This is no shit..." ¬¬__ I was a young hotshot petty officer, 22, when I reported for duty at what was in 1963 the Coast Guard Recruit Training Center on Government Island in the estuary b...
Blown to pieces, a war hero returns home for Halloween. It was a Tuesday, just after 9am, when Brad heard about the plane crashing in the Twin Towers. He didn't have a first class until later and he was still in bed. His dormitory at Boston College was alive with people congregating in the corridors and in one another's rooms and they had already burst in h...
Brian pulled away from the curb outside Rachel's apartment and joined the flow of traffic toward the freeway. She lived a fair distance away from Brian's place, it had taken him a half hour to get there. The whole drive there Rachel had been subdued and uncommunicative. Brian wondered if he had said or done anything wrong but he couldn't think of what it mig...
The beautiful sounds of Shakespeare's words were like a talisman in her head. She'd made sure they didn't raise her heartbeat, but soothed her, helped her get into character, made her calm and feel the essence of Katharina. She was the cheeky, strong-willed and venomous daughter of Baptista of Padua and not simply another character within a play. Okay, okay,...