Authors notes: This is a short story I began years ago but never finished. I found it among some files long forgotten recently and wrote the ending. It is among my earliest writings and of a more terse style than I have evolved to currently. Be aware that there are some quite intentional sentence fragments and other grammar breakers. I choose to leave them i...
As I reflect on that magical summer of 1978, I can only say, "Thank you Dr. DeHoff." He contributed to making me the person that I am today. Now you may immediately conclude that Dr. DeHoff was my Comparative Literature or Philosophies instructor; some maven of economics at University, or perhaps some kindly physician who encouraged me to pursue a medical ca...
I'm returning to two of my most popular characters, Heather and Bryan, in a new series. Starting with this chapter, you'll see what their lives are like now, but if you have any suggestions, my ears are open and I'm willing to listen. I hope you enjoy their latest escapades and those yet to cum! I also should than Mithragoddess who suggested this series way...
Connie and Bob met on the internet in the summer of 1998...was just a chance meeting they shared a few jokes and one liners and had a good laugh. Never thinking much of what they shared they said goodnight. Was a little while later they met again in another chatroom, Connie remembered the laughs they shared and started making jokes to Bob again, in which he...
Sunday morning When she awoke it was still dark, though possibly the darkness of near dawn. There wasn't any real indication of that, just a feeling in her gut that indicated a new day was near. As her eyes quickly adjusted to the gloom, she began to pick out the dark shapes in the room where they'd shared so much. What they'd shared... What they'd shared...
No sooner had the door to Room 214 closed than my gorgeous wife and her equally beautiful girlfriend were sharing a deep, probing kiss. Lisa's hands caressed, in a very familiar way, my wife's sumptuous ass while Laura returned the favor by working over her lover's incredible breasts. Being the committed voyeur that I admittedly am, I gently guided them over...
It was a long Saturday evening when I walked back into the small studio apartment I shared with my little sister. Given how young she was at a budding 18 years old, her side of the room was all pink and covered in lace, while my side had a more austere and efficient look. There were two things that were similar about us : first was our shared passion for gam...
My affair with the redheaded married lady was going great. We saw each other almost every night and the sex was great. She was very attractive and very much liked sex. Mid thirties, nice breasts 34, 35 C's slim waist despite two teenaged children. Dressed nicely with a little bit of sensuality. During our many talks she had learned from the talks and from...
I don't think I can do this anymore. I thought I could, but I can't. It's still too fresh. I'm just not able to revisit the affair in this detail. Writing a story full of emotional memories is difficult. It brings back the joys and the pain. The joys the memories bring override any pain because of the love shared. But this is just too difficult. This will...
Sinking into the leather seat in business class, I stretch my legs and think about old friendships as I wing my way to Seattle. Certainly one of my favorite cities, I enjoy several business trips to Seattle each year. Beginning to relax, I don my headset and look to my iPod to decide on a podcast to settle into for the remainder of the trip. My thoughts shi...