During the last three months, Ian had been traveling more and more, leaving me alone for weeks on end. He was beginning to get complacent about our relationship. It wasn't that I was expecting great things, like marriage or something. But he had taken a step towards possessiveness. He was leaving stuff at my house and acting as if I had to be the little wife...
Part 3 The Erotic Apology Shayna figured out how she would make it up to her lover for her little "indiscretion". She had felt guilty about it for over a week. She was enjoying the time with Brad, she loved each and every minute they spent together. But when Paul Brant, a doctor she admired very much, asked her out to dinner, she went -- eagerly. It was a...
**This is my first story, so please keep that in mind** "Happy birthday baby," I wake you up by wrapping my lips around your head already throbbing from your morning wood. "Looks like someone's happy to see me." Your eyes snap open and you look down to see your head disappear between my lips again. I circle your tip with my tongue and I can feel you shiver...
How long had she been alone? The room was still with the exception of the television with its volume set very low for background noise. She could feel her heartbeat and listened to her breathing. She was waiting. She remembered the anticipation she had had when the two of them went off to bed. She'd been aroused all day and had given plenty of overt signs t...
When I'm alone and the blackness of night envelops me, I think of her wild, fearful eyes, and the blurry smudge of mascara dripping down her cheeks, soaking into the cloth gag between her lips. I don't want to think of it; in fact, I've tried to suppress it for nearly twenty years, but it reminds me of who I am. It reminds me of where I came from. I've tried...
Copyright Neonurotic, July 2014 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ** Author's Note: This is my 2014 Nude Day story entry and meant...
Just as Alfalfa and Spanky of Our Gang, The Little Rascals, were when Darla scorned their advances, I am a proud member in good standing of the Women Hater Club. If you could see me, I would show you my card, which has my photo, identification number, and the date when I joined the club. Okay, I've only been a member since yesterday but I plan on staying a m...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15m: Another June Wedding Part 13 (Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * Somerset 1972. Jenny Wagstaffe. We left the Marquee in the walled garden at Paul's grandfather's cottage at seven o'clock. We walked hand in hand across the lawns and up the terraces to the Fr...
I watched one last set of waves roll into shore before turning and walking across the beach to the outside shower in the Beach Park. I leaned my surfboard against a picnic table nearby, tossed my bag by it, and stepped under the shower. The sun-warmed water cascaded down my tanned trim body. As I turned around under the shower I noticed a couple of guys sitt...
Little-Known Yet Somehow Obvious Tips For Writers I my experience as both an editor and a writer, I have come across some very common, but little-known, stylistic errors. One thing that most people don't seem to understand is how to transform everyday, hum-drum, blah writing into something enjoyable. Most often, the major problems with a story's readabi...