My true story, The final part and a follow on from 'A Night with Sally' story and the earlier 'Becoming Bisexual' stories. I awake to bright sunlight streaming through the Georgian style window of my bedroom, a beam of light shining head on into my opening eyes. I lay still staring at the ceiling pondering the night before. Why? Why would you do that to so...
My name is Stanley. I live in the house I grew up in because I moved back home when I retired about 15 years ago. We bought my childhood home partly because my dad designed and supervised its building and partly because of the neighborhood. We had also met Sonya and Robert who live right down the street from my house. We had become fast friends and often vis...
(This story further develops themes and situations from a short story entitled "Beanie and Spiro's Great Adventure") INTRODUCTION First off, this here story is written in the vernacular, it corresponds to the way people talk. Our two hillbilly protagonists are not rocket scientists, just two wonderfully dumb highly-sexed Texan kids. They enlisted in the Na...
I arrived at the handsome estate on a rather messy and dreary evening in the late of fall. The sky was full of bloated, dark grey clouds that were ready to burst upon the Earth below at any second. Already the slow leak of drizzel had filled the air with the tossing and twirling of small, watery spouts that landed like gossamer upon the limousine windows and...
Gabriella Ella kept running through Grayson Hall until she reached the glass exit doors. It was the word 'please' that she had drawn and Simon had traced over, that stopped her from rushing outside. She stared as the condensation beaded up and rolled down the glass like teardrops. Just minutes before he had trapped her between the door and his warm body. Ha...
Janice -a Woman after Midnight I was late getting to Deborah's. I'd been away for three months reporting the mess we are making in the Middle East. I am Peter Fuller. That's what I do, I am a journalist/reporter but the job wrecks one's social life. I have already gone through two broken relationships, being away for so long. Although Debs and I have be...
ONE July 2, 1982 The two 19 year old girls walked carefully, attempting to avoid the rusty cans and general litter on the grounds of the Craddock-Childress Greens Mobile Home Village. The taller girl, a pretty redhead in a bikini carried a boom-box, which was emanating Boy George's sordid screams. The smaller girl had short, ratty hair, and wore thick gl...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
"Hey stud, wake up," Suzanne said as she gently shook me. "Time to rise and shine!" "Ohhhh what time is it?" I groaned as I rolled over to look at her. "Past eight. Your charges are waiting to go fishing." She answered with a smile. "Must have been a good night!" "Uh...Yeah." I answered as she got up from the edge of the bed. "I've wanted to ask you what...
Franklin Patterson woke slowly, aware of the cool, crisp sheets surrounding his nude body. He lifted his left hand to his forehead as his eyelids fluttered open. "That was one hell of a party," he muttered as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He looked around as he stood. The walls were eggshell white, two walls held paintings of bowls...