A blanket of snow covered the northeastern United States. Two days prior was the only white Christmas the town of Wilmington, New York had seen in the last five or so years. Holiday cheer was still abundant in the sleepy upper middle class suburb. Families were scurrying around town taking advantage of the post-Christmas sales. It was winter recess at the l...
My name is Julia Branson. I am married to a successful dentist and have two children, eight and ten. I'm going to tell you about a certain afternoon in my life, an afternoon that was like no other before it. It is the story of my reawakening after a long zombie-like sojourn in a land devoid of color, sensation or, most especially, of passion. But to understa...
I've been writing my own poetry for the last several years, but I had not thought about reading it in public until recently when I saw a sign about an open-mic night at a local coffeehouse. The sign said that this new coffeehouse was to start having an open-mic night every Wednesday evening at 6 o'clock. The idea was planted in my head, but I was still unsu...
Alex had an immediate feeling of well being as he came to consciousness in the wee hours of the night. His next awareness was of the woman sprawled on top of him, her softness seductively molded to his hard frame. This was the second time he'd awakened; the first was to Jade doing something incredible to his throbbing cock. "Damn, she has a hot mouth," he t...
She was a cheerleader at the State College and was also doing her student teaching that fall semester at a local high school. The afternoon football game was the last of the season, the last of her college career and traditionally there was a heck of a party put on by the team after the game. This is the story of that party and team spirit. And, oh, what tea...
Wednesday Feeling good on Wednesday morning, I dressed to my usual standards of hotness, and went off to school. I shocked Mr. Stone by actually answering a question in physics, and was heading off to lunch when I realized that I was walking by Jack's locker. I went over to him, put my hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear that I had mentioned to...
Was it really her? I cannot believe who she was. Even after those years, I never expected to see that "mom" when I introduced myself to my soon to be fiance's mother. Wednesday It was a Wednesday night and I was 18 years old. I worked at a local Italian / pizza place that delivered. I had been on the job for 17 months and it was a good place to work. I w...
I want to thank readers for their encouraging words, but I especially want to thank my friend, NoraFares for her help, proofreading skills, and expertise. If you want to read great writing, catch her stories. This is a romance. There's some sexual content, but not a lot of sex here. If written porn what you're looking for you may choose to pass on by. All...
Hello there Ladies and Gentleman, how are y’all doing? It’s Mr. Trickster here with another (hopefully good) story for you all that I intend to make into a two or three parter (probably two). This story is going to be different from my other stories so far because this one focuses more on the couples current life and will have less sex scenes than the othe...
After our trial, and the girls-only celebration that lasted through the night, Wendy and I were given 3 days of rest and recovery restricted to the Rogonfeldt grounds. I did some writing. She and I were able to go on long walks. The other girls left us to rest up; the masters ignored us. They were busy with the other girls and, especially, with integrating R...