Cindy was a cute neighbor of ours in Nashua, N.H. and although I attended Northeastern in Boston, Mass, I would often meet her while home visiting my parents on weekends. Cindy was going to modeling school in Boston and was a lovely, long-legged brunette who definitely loved to strut her stuff, and did she ever have the right stuff to strut. We had previous...
Sitting in the stands, Cory reveled in the fact that it was a perfect Fall Saturday for football. Blue sky, white clouds, temperature in the crisp sixties. The peak foliage around the stadium was a magical tapestry. Everything was perfect except the score. Cory had driven with some friends from his school to the State campus for the annual rivalry game. It...
I was 18 when I left home. I had applied to art school. But, because the course was already oversubscribed, and I hadn't done art for my last three years at school, I didn't make the cut. The admissions officer suggested that I spend some time compiling a portfolio of work and that I apply again for the following year. And so, when I saw an advertisement fo...
"He looked at me and said, all serious like, 'Madam, I want your company not your pussy." "Why didn't he want your pussy, was he a fuckin' faggot?" said Nubia. "No," said Martha Adams as she spotted Mark Morris looking at them, her, Nubia, Michelle, and Cloris, sitting all in a row at the County office on Tulome, talking about Martha's date the Saturday be...
Chapter 1 is here. Most couples who act out a "Truck Stop Hooker" role-play might try it with an actual vehicle, but they would stay in the garage or at most venture into the driveway. This was not true for Phil and Robin McGraw. In a quest for maximum authenticity they had to play the game at a real truck stop. It increased the chance for getting caught, o...
Ch. 3 and still no sex. So that was how my life went into the toilet and back to normal again within the space of a few days. The visit to her attorney was brief and to the point. The divorce papers had already been signed and her signature notarised. The conditions of the divorce were exactly as she had put in her letter. Her admission of guilt meant that...
With a name like Tamsin you would be right in thinking my partner was born with a sliver spoon in her mouth. I suppose Oliver sounds a bit upmarket too but we did originally meet at University, her having come from a rather upmarket private school in England and I from a Grammar School. In our first year together the relationship was developed in the few hou...
"Peggy, Brice... and Phylicity, of course," I stated in turn looking at the three seated members of my executive management group, "sorry for the late start on our weekly meeting, but as you're all well aware of, we've had a few interesting developments these last few days." Peggy and Brice snorted with amusement and Phyl just grimaced and snapped back the p...
This chapter ends the Nude Noir story. I strongly recommend reading chapters 1 and 2 in order before reading this. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as do the characters in this story. An...
I've known him practically all my life! He saw me grow up! Heck, I saw him grow up! He's picked me up from school, he was there when I was off to prom, he was there when I graduated high school and university! He's my cousin's best friend, and I grew up thinking of him like my cousin... sort of. So why does it not feel weird to have his naked body pressed up...