"SHIT!!" screamed Jordan, kicking a bottle of Southern Comfort over in his frustration. "Number CUNTING two? After we practically killed ourselves for about two months promoting it?" He took another swig of the new bottle he had just started in his hand before continuing. As he fumed, he flung open the tape deck of the hotel room stereo and grabbed the n...
FAWC 2: The Stranger in the Park (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "myster...
A husband gets more out of giving his wife a back rub than he'd expected. Any errors that remain, I snuck past LarryInSeatle. I appreciate his help. I hope you enjoy. Constructive criticism is always welcome. ========== "Mmm, that feels good." I leaned forward and kissed Staci, just behind her ear. She was lying on her stomach, left arm stretched out a...
All of my stories are based around true events. Mostly I sexualise them for entertainment purposes but this one is about 95% genuine with only the sexual relationship with Karen made more of and I have simply changed the other people's names. In the late 90s I lived for a while with my best friend and his family in a flat in a tower block in a pretty run do...
That Monday was a day that lasted forever. It was a day when work was everything and the only thing that mattered was to be there at my desk ready to cover all eventualities and possible outcomes. Everyone was in the same boat and we all had to make sure we were rowing in the same direction. As the sun began to set in late afternoon, it felt as if we'd surv...
I didn't plan for this story to be so sad and bittersweet. I'm sure many of my readers have dealt with the pain of knowing someone whose life has changed because of a drunk driver. Be careful this holiday season. * The cold wind went straight through me. I grabbed the edge of my winter jacket and held it tighter against my body. The wool scarf and mitts on...
Chapter One -- Discovery Please be aware that the "Hunter's Moon" series of stories may involve minimal sex. I'm doing this as an experiment in writing. For those that are looking for strictly sex, this story is not for you, but keep reading if you wish. I would also like to mention that many of my ideas may come from other stories of varying media. So if y...
There is no explicit sex in this story. I wish to thank the people who helped contribute to and edit this story, per their wishes, they remain anonymous. This story is totally fictitious; any resemblance the characters might have to any person living or deceased is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be published at any other site without the expr...
Jefferson McElroy silently stole down the path to his favorite fishing hole. He had cut school to engage in his number one hobby. If his dad or mom caught him skipping school, it would probable cost him a little hide, but it was a nice spring day and he didn't really care. Like most fourteen year old boys he wasn't interested in the future. Today is what he...
Forgive me, Dear Reader, for I have sinned. Again. It has been several days since my last confession, and my depravity weighs heavy on my soul, I must unburden myself. Hopefully, through you, I will find redemption. But I have my doubts. Gasoline. Grease. Diesel. Fresh cut lumber. Exhaust. These smells turn me on. These are, to me, inherently *male* smel...