I kept thinking that as I made the turn up her driveway. My radio was on just simply to kill the dead silence in the car as I drove. WE had been at a work thing, drinking and laughing with the rest of the office people. It was about an hour into the party I noticed that my boss was hitting the booze pretty hard. I mean she's only thirty five and not above ge...
The idea of a shower was a hit with all of us, and Kenni got our robes for us so we could go from the pool to the house. We headed straight for the shower room, and Kenni giggled as she bent to pick up her clothes and mine, still littering the floor from our "morning workout". She hung the robes next to the door as Carlos got the water going, and we all quic...
Please email me with your comments or suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take the time to email. This short story was written for a special person and I hope these fantasies excite and satisfy her. I receive many requests from loyal readers to do stories for them but it takes me weeks to do a story properly. After receiving this request from Mic...
1. Clinging to rocks "Are you there? Hello?" "Yes, sweetness. I'm here. I'm right here. Can't you see me?" "No. It's too dark." "It doesn't matter. I see you perfectly. That's what matters. Damn, sweet thing, you look just perfect. So elegant, so sweet, so sexy." "You're just saying that..." "Ha, like you don't know it. Like you don't love it. But as y...
For several days, the whiteout continued. I was learning to live without TV and Internet, though the itch never went away. It was certainly nice to have a vacation and rest with my girls, but that wasn't to say we weren't busy. My driveway was bound to get plowed sooner or later, and when it did, all that snow would be pushed up right in front of my house—if...
(This author does not compose stroke stories. This author does recount true-life events in a fictional format.) * Monterey California, 1969. August had turned the perpetually green California hills to a rusty brown. Chugging up the P.G cutoff in my wheezing VW bus, I had just enough money in my pocket for a half a tank of gas and a bottle of wine - staples...
Ch. 06 Stepping Off The Edge - Sam Darquesied - Painstakingly edited by FQKF "Hi ya, Ally...Happy Birthday," I said as she sashayed in the front door. "Thanks, Sylvia. Oh, I forgot to mention, I got your card on Friday. It was very thoughtful!" she answered. She was wearing thin-strapped sandals, snug, white slacks, and a short, white Tee shirt, showing...
I would like to thank a reader by the name of Master Peter, who provided the inspiration for this story. Peter had just finished reading my story titled, Dominating Rachel, and requested that I expand on the concept portrayed at the beginning of that story. When Peter contacted me, I had been working on a story that had an ending with no beginning. Peter's i...
There are many curses still lingering from the ancient world, in an era when mankind understood that the universe was meant to be understood not as a matter of reason, but through the articles of faith – which is to say, not understood very well at all. It was an era of gods and goddesses, inimitable blessings and unfathomable horrors, artifacts and monsters...
The following afternoon, Daisy softly knocked on the now familiar door. The term walking on eggshells did no justice to how...jittery she felt once she was beckoned inside the usual way. In such a short time she felt desperate just to touch Alex again, much less earning the right to do more. Her expectations were also on a different level because of the situ...