First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I've said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if y...
This is a fictional account with everyone over eighteen. The next day, I pretty much hung around the house, but I kept looking out the window trying to see Anna or Penny when she got home or Penny came over. I don't know why, or what I even would have said, but I knew I wanted to see Anna again to thank her. At school Monday, I ran into Pete and Zach. Th...
Our story begins in an affluent community of Connecticut. A town of upper middle class families whose husbands earned salaries that allowed wives to remain at home often with too much time on their hands. Dominic and Theresa Scalia had moved to the area from California three years ago. Dominic had purchased the major banking institution in town and was opera...
The following is a true account of my time subletting a room from a very nice couple. It does have a slow build-up and may not really be suitable for a quick one-handed read, so to speak. * After six years in the Marine Corps I was out and very exited about being a free man again, and home, instead of in the sweltering heat of Baghdad. After the relentles...
This story involves people with a particular fondness for body hair, so if that does not interest you, you might wish to skip this story by. .... Chapter One: Running late. Damn! I swiped my credit card through the machine again. Nothing. One more time produced the same result. "Sorry," a female voice said over the intercom, startling me so much I droppe...
This story could be called a prologue to the wacky adventures of Alexis, my skinny adventuress portrayed in the "Texas Hold 'em" stories. Or it could be an epilogue to the untold stories of Alexis' childhood. My choice is "sexilogue", a new word I just invented. This reminds me of the fun word games that make new words out of old ones such as: Giraffiti (n...
Chapter 1: Opening Moves I: The crime scene was located in suburbia Virginia, in a nondescript middle-class cul de sac. I pulled up in my beige sedan as a team of agents with "FBI" on their windbreakers were loading up. They all gave me one look. None of them gave me a second. I try to be unworthy of second glances, both through my attire and a few magica...
I have had a sexual fantasy for quite some time that I have kept hidden from my wife. Until this very moment, I wasn't sure I ever wanted this fantasy to become a reality, so it was not something I could ever share with her. However, without knowing it, my wife is about to fulfill that hidden desire. I am under our bed right now, about to listen to my wife g...
As I put my phone down after saying good night to Ferry, another vision of her sleeping in underwear on my couch flashed through my mind. Her body was more than attractive and had me thinking about maybe being in a situation where I could remove her clothes while she took off mine. I was idly stroking my dick as I was still standing nude in my living room. I...
The time was 1995 and the place was a sleepy suburb of Albany, New York. He was a bored man in his mid-40s whose wife had taken off with another guy, leaving him with a house he didn't want and a lot of time on his hands - until he started paying attention to the sights around him. ...... Chapter One: Over the hedge. "Empty again," I said aloud to myself...