(Boston/Cambridge residents will note that this story is set in the early 1980's, when the MBTA Red Line Extension was still under construction. Apologies for any mis-remembered details.) * * * * * Click Here to listen. (15 min/mp3) * * * * * February—the cold, dark heart of winter in Boston. And tonight it was so cold--well below zero--that the w...
Chapter Thirteen: Clarity Gretchen I racked my brain for options. There had to be some way off this balcony without confronting Price. We didn't need to be caught breaking and entering. De Luca would completely flip out. A glance at Hawk told me she was considering all our options, including the really stupid ones. She was seriously looking over the meta...
Being a typical CD/TV, my libido and desire to dress up would swing from non-existent to absolutely insatiable depending on what was going on in my life at a specific point in time. Running into a hot looking woman in my daily activities or coming across an incredibly good looking picture of a sexy female in a magazine or newspaper would stoke the fires of p...
It was a quiet Saturday afternoon in June. Amber and her husband Paul were deciding what to do that night. It was a typically warm day in south central Texas, and the warm day promised a predictably warm night. "We haven't seen Ken and Lacey in over a month. Why don't we call them and see if they want to meet us at Vibe?" Amber offered as an idea. "Good id...
Heather Lambert tied her honey hued hair up into two buns, with the rest of it's length fluffing out from them on either side of her head. She put some blush on her cheeks and chose a dark pink lipstick to put on. When she looked in the mirror she glowed with a smile. Her petite form was clothed in a white tee-shirt, cut and seemed at sternum length just bel...
Her adventuresome day at the beach A lady in a long sun dress with a floppy brimmed hat walked along the beach, carrying a small basket. The beach was nearly empty, with very few people, most walking up and down the beach down near their condos. Her dress was gracefully blowing in the ocean breeze. It looked like a picture postcard, a lone woman on a beaut...
A story about how Denise came to enjoy being naked in public. ... A little background: At the beginning of this saga, I was divorced guy who always had a thing for nudity, mainly to voyeur the female body. Strange as it may sound, just reading the words naked or nude sets off a little tingle within me. Beyond simple nudity, I had always been particularly i...
I arrive at the café late, but this is planned. Ten minutes, almost exactly – I've been waiting, browsing in a bookshop down the road, calculating how long it would take to get you anxious, tense, in suspense. Yes, ten minutes ought to do nicely. It's a gorgeous bright, hot sunny day, the heat beating down onto the pavement from the clear blue sky. I'm wear...
All the things they say about motorcycles are true. They are a lot of fun. They are also very dangerous. They make you feel like you are flying and chicks do, in fact, dig them. What people fail to realize is that doesn't entitle you to anything more. I met Stacy when I was first shopping for my bike. I'd seen her around campus but I'd always been so busy in...
All Characters in this story are 18 years or older in Human years. * Deep within a majestic forest and long before the empires of men stood an ancient society whose long standing traditions still run through our veins, those lucky enough to witness the last remnants of this society called these mystic beings Nymphs. The Nymphs arrived from a higher plan...