A Face From the Past Sometimes you have to wait for it. The urgency of a youthful crush can make time stand still and the slow death of those powerful yearnings can be extremely painful. But sometimes, if you are lucky, time gives you a second chance. I seem to have a recurring theme in my life where platonic or unrequited relationships from my past return...
Most of my readers know that I choose sexual quality over quantity, but new readers of my tales should realize that it does take a bit to get to the juice of the story. Thanks for reading and please feel free to comment. * The water was piping hot, near the point of scalding, straddling that finite line between pain and relaxation. I carefully lowered myse...
Fucking Fluid Mechanics... I was sitting on a concrete bench in front of the library on a cool fall day working on my fluid mechanics homework. I had worked through the last problem of the assignment several times and my answer still didn't match the solution manual. Where did I keep fucking up? I wadded up my latest effort and shot it into a nearby trash c...
"Thank you for reading my story. The Oracle is the first story I have ever really written and I am looking forward to continuing on with Olethia's story." Chapter 2 Two weeks had passed since Jonathon had met the Oracle. Shortly after they had sex, and she had agreed to be with him, she packed up her things and they left to head back to his village. She...
Looking in the mirror, Katie started getting ready for the day. She could barely believe that she had been at the institute for twelve years. More unbelievable was the fact that she would soon be turning 35. She took a moment to take stock of her appearance: dark auburn hair (she obsessively kept the grey at bay with a hair appointment every six weeks), stil...
This story is entirely fictional. ***** Now the problems begin. Fiona Cassavettes lay in the bath, water up to her chin, with the bubbles gradually subsiding. The bathroom was stocked with all manner of exotic expensive bath oils but she still obstinately preferred the Badedas which she had used since she was a teenager. She pulled herself up and let more...
For those of you that do not like a lot of narration, you probably should read something else. Diane drifted into town at the end of summer; besides a few personal belongings she only had a box; a very special box. The box contained SIX trophies. Having previous experience as a supply administrator, it was easy for her to get a job. She did a great job, a...
Charles Gray was the sort of man who would not be noticed in a crowd. However as Professor of English at the local University he was instantly recognisable by his students. They knew him as a dedicated teacher and although very popular, he was also the butt of many a joke told at his expense. To be blunt, Charles Gray was a weedy looking individual, skinn...
I want to thank everybody for the response to Shame. The numbers are low but the written response was more than enough. I want to continue the ride with Torrie and Ignacio. I have where I want it to go, I can't wait till I get to those points in the story. What is happening right now is leading up to the accident. The actual accident won't happen for a coupl...
Several weeks after her first experiment in the art of seduction, I found upon my return home Mary once again posing naked on the living room rug This time she had no accouterments adorning any part of her body. Instead, she had chosen to display her body by assuming a pose which she knew I appreciated. Namely, after kneeling, she had folded her legs to the...