Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic sto...
Tom awoke the next morning to an empty bed. Eyes opening upon the ceiling, he immediately recalled his dream from the night before. I've dreamt about Ms. Lione a lot, but never in greater detail than that, he marveled to himself. I better write this one down before I forget it. Rolling over, Tom noticed an unfamiliar nightstand and paused. Dumbfounded, h...
Saturday mornings had been our grocery day for years. Like a good husband I patiently navigate the shopping cart, waiting for Doris to make her selections. She always has questions for the stock boys about their schoolwork, grades and teasing them good naturedly about girl friends. They usually humor her, treating like a favorite aunt. Although I have notic...
I'm a firm believer in "truth in advertising". This is a love story, so if you're looking for "Wham! Bam! Thank you, (insert gender title here)", please feel free to leave. Here's the usual disclaimer and preface stuff. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to...etc., etc. The story is my property, so please don't "borrow" from it. If you should happe...
As I cleaned the breakfast dishes and made sure the kids lunches were ready, I smiled at the three bags lined up neatly by the bench. My children were all getting ready for school, and my husband, James, was gathering his things getting ready for work. The kids came out from their rooms, and I kissed each on the cheek as they collected their respective sch...
Part 1: The Problem I was between jobs a while back and went to visit my friend Heather for a little while. Though we had been fairly close in college, we had drifted apart recently and I missed her. We had both been cheerleaders at Florida State, but truthfully, I had been much wilder and spent most of my time with the wild crowd while Heather had been muc...
Note: This is the on going saga of two ladies training of a young man into the appreciation of bust, mature, oversexed women. PLEASE read Lawn Works Rewards and Winter Weekend (all chapters) too understand the previous training that has accrued. I had had a long and “fun” filled Christmas break and was now wondering how my parents would take the news of me...
This story started when I was ten. No, nothing sexual started then. My family had just moved from a small town to the city. The move meant my mom had to start working to help pay the bills. So my parents arranged with our next-door neighbour to look after me after school. Mrs. Thompson was about my mom's age and a very warm and loving woman. She had three c...
"Splat"..."Take that"..."No"...."Splat..."You take that"...."HA HA HA HA".... Back and forth the two lovebirds went, flipping water from their bottles of Aquafina at each other as they laid side by side on the floor, helping each other study for finals. Wendy Smith and her boyfriend of 3 years, and fiance of 8 months, Brad jossled and flirted incessantly w...
[Patty's story started out as a trilogy of Patty during her college years. But after a reader suggested a new direction, I wrote this chapter about Patty and her first job out of college. It is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or m...