Thanks to Wickedinside for editing my story, I appreciate your help. ***** I was sitting at my desk in History class, staring off into space, fantasizing about my teacher, Miss Smith, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Not paying attention again?" Miss Smith asked me as I snapped out of my reverie. "Um, no, sorry," I replied, embarrassed. "Stay after cl...
Recently, I was jogging in my neighborhood in Atlanta when I was flagged down by a fellow resident standing in her driveway. I knew her on a casual basis only. It was mostly chance encounters during afternoon walks with my dog or seeing her at the grocery store check-out. "Hi, how are you?" was about as far into a conversation as we had ever gotten. "It's C...
Introduction: This is a period piece set during World War II. There is no sex. The language may sound stilted, but this was my attempt to match the speech patterns of the time. ***** "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" "Buzz off, Jimmy." "Hey Lefty! Is Tommy choking the chicken again?" Lefty reached across the space between the bunks and yanked T...
Another big step with my wife I selected a small diner not far from our motel for breakfast. Debbie had slipped into the skirt she had worn the night before and changed to an off white button up blouse since the one she had worn had cum stains on it. She didn't mention the cum stains. In fact, she had not said anything about the night before. I was going t...
Disclaimer: This story is a slow build so if you are looking for something quick that jumps right into the action, you won't find it here. This "chapter" contains no actual sex but I promise, it's coming! ***** "Daddy, I'm home" Rylee called out as she entered her childhood home. She has just driven 3 hours after packing up her dorm room for the summer and...
Impersonating a Devil can be dangerous, but it has its rewards. Especially if you are a horny Devil. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosu...
It was only by the sheerest coincidence that Jack Potter got a look at her. He didn't credit himself with any amount of skill over the GCPD boys. If he'd blinked, he'd have missed her, and he certainly wouldn't have heard her. She was a shadow running across that corridor, even in high heels, her black leather suit eating up what little light there was in th...
Daniel watched people. It was a habit. You see, Daniel was a writer and he liked to observe human behaviour. He said it helped him reach a level of realism he had never managed to get to before, in the old days when he drank all the time for inspiration. He was unable to drink these days thanks to the doctor making booze blasphemous, but it didn't stop him w...
Troy liked sunshine, he didn't like sunny streets. Especially not uptown, where the glass skyscrapers caught the light, funnelled it down between them and turned the fashionable pedestrian walks into ovens. The crowded pedestrian walks. White tiled and well moneyed, a place where sunglasses were worn like religious icons and a wallet linked to thousands of N...
The bride and her pack of giggling bridesmaids and relatives were finally gone. Gone with their constantly changing demands and their charge cards and their smug wedding party attitudes. Ryne looked at the piles of dresses hanging on the hooks and draped over the chairs in the changing room and groaned. She'd be straightening out crumpled tulle and lace for...