Here I am sat at my desk in the back corner of the open plan office next to the window. As I have been working for the trade company the longest, I was known as the old guy, which I was happy with as all the rest of the workers were in their early twenties, two maybe thirty. From my desk, I can look across the whole office and my former life as a bar man t...
I don't even know why I visit this website, and I really don't know why I write stories. Some kind of therapy, I come back and read what I have written, I read them over and over. There are memories in the words, it lets me relive them. The only time I do write is when something happens, I tried a few times to write sexy, a fantasy, but it sounds so bad to...
They come all too rarely, these immaculate summer days, and this one's a criminal waste, like the weather's just doing it to taunt me, flexing its omnipotence. Two weeks earlier and I'd have been in the university park, the boys playing football while the girls lounged in strappy tops and floral dresses, and we'd tire and lie on the grass with them, drink ci...
It had been a tough but interesting four days for David on his first management course. His company had been good enough to send him along as a precursor to a full time course that he hoped would prove a key career step for him. He had been surprised on the evening he arrived to be introduced to the course tutor, a petit and attractive thirty-something dre...
It was a beautiful warm day. Oh how I loved to lay out nude and have the suns rays shining down on my bare skin. The tall wood fence gave me all the privacy I needed. I rubbed oil over my round firm breasts, lingering and enjoying the feel of its slick coolness as my hands moved over my nipples. Moving down to my flat tight tummy I covered it and watched it...
I sat at the very back of the sparsely peopled lecture theatre, high up, my long legs forced apart by the narrow gap between one row of seats and the next. The lecturer started, his low mellifluous tones warmly bathing the room. I closed my eyes and leaned back enjoying that slow, sexy voice and ignoring the content it was delivering. I was drifting into a d...
WARNING: English is NOT my first language -- I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature. So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else. I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory. * This one, unfortunately, describes a dis...
I saw Stacy for the first time at an open art exhibition held within the student center at our local university. The event was an opportunity for the public - as well as interested artists and gallery owners - to see some of the artwork generated by many of the students on campus. The event was well-advertised locally and since I lived within easy walking di...
Mark's story: We made our way to my hotel from the park walking slowly, I put my arm around Isabel's shoulder and she put hers around my waist, I could feel the skin of her shoulders on my bare arm and the pressure of her arm in the small of my back. I wanted to run to the hotel, but I was also enjoying the moment, so we kept walking slowly. We didn't talk...
by Buck Maelstrom, M.D. and Miss Manners with a Whip At daybreak, Dan Lewis emerged from his battered Jeep Wrangler and pulled out his nylon gym bag. Turning away from the Jeep, he caught a glimpse of his own image in the window glass. Brushing back a mop of Redford-esqe hair, he realized he'd forgotten to shave but concluded that one day of beard stubbl...