I saw her standing there, garb in a flowery pink yukata, the cascade of fireworks dousing her in flashes of green and purple. She was awestruck by the light show, but she must have caught me in the corner of her eye. She turned to me and smiled, curling a finger into her long black hair. On her head was a shiny silver ornament, shaped like a piston in a roto...
It was in the middle of the summer last year and I hadn't gone to the ocean as often as I wanted, so I called my friend Nancy and arranged to a Saturday excursion at the beach. It started out with me driving my convertible Honda del sol over to Nancy's to pick her up. I was dressed for action and so was she. Both of us in very hot looking Frenchcut bikinis....
I got married shortly after I bought my New Yorker. I kept it for 7 years before selling it to my brother, who kept it for another 5 years. I bought a brand new '79 Pontiac Grand Am, 4 door sedan. We were talking about kids and even thought I wanted something more befitting my male testosterone, like a Mustang or a Camaro, I settled for the Grand Am. Now,...
My name is Ahmed Saint John. I'm a big and tall Black man from Cameroon. I'm twenty years old and this is my first year in America. It's summertime. I start college in a few months. I thought I'd raise money by selling stuff door to door. It's a nice job which allows me to travel it also allows me to meet all kinds of women. Especially the big gals that I'm...
This story took place last summer when I was at home one day and a two college boys came knocking on my door trying to sell school help books so I talked to them for a few minutes and learned that they were from out west here over a month selling books to make extra money, Then an idea came across my mind to have a little fun with these boys so I asked if th...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now 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...
One morning, the phone rang before I left for work. It was Ali, sounding excited. "I got him back!" "Who?" I asked, bleary. This was after my shower, but before my coffee. I couldn't figure out what she was talking about. "Harvey! Remember? You said he'd try to trick me? He'd get some friends over, to see me shriek and run for the bathroom?" "I kinda re...
So, you've been writing here for years, you've come a long way baby. You worked on a novel or novella, you feel confident that it was pretty good. You edited it, re edited it, and then edited it again. Then, with some trepidation, you sent out your submission. You waited and checked your email every couple of hours just to be sure. You waited and checked...
When I was a teenager, nothing turned me on more than reading the letters in Penthouse. I actually liked them more than the pictorials. But I never had a "Penthouse letter" in my youth. Instead, it happened in April 2009 when I was 46. I had recently been lamenting to my best friend Mark that I'd probably never again be with a woman whose age began with a...
Vic Valentine didn’t know whether to be amused or annoyed at the angry young woman standing outside of his door. He guessed from the key in her hand that she was Aimee’s prodigal niece, finally come to claim her inheritance. He also guessed from the look of shock and confusion on her face that she hadn’t been paying much attention at the will reading, nor du...