We had returned from our shopping/fucking session in the fitting room of a fancy ladies apparel store. I was sitting in the living room reading the paper in the rapidly dwindling daylight. I was always amazed at how fast it got dark in the canyons between the buildings. Lights were coming on in the surrounding apartments. I was about to flick on a table lamp...
Chapter I Helen spent three Friday evenings in a elegant little lounge on the east side of town. She wanted to pickup men, she was horny, she craved sex, and this seemed like the most likely place to find horny males. The slightly past middle aged widow was a good looking woman, spending a number of days at the gym, another good place to find males. She was...
Introduction By way of an introduction this story is largely fiction, but is still rooted in some fact, so let's say it's fictiony. I have an uncle, now deceased. He and his wife had a big bunch of kids. Let's put things in perspective; you could have a bunch of kids, a big bunch, or a whole big bunch. He had his own gas station and a mind of his own. He di...
Have you ever had an idea take form in your head? Something that shouted for your attention while you are working on other things? I did, and this story is it. It invaded my work, sleep and even some of my relationships. I have no idea if it is going to be a good or bad story...I just know I have to write it to get it out of my head so I can go back to writi...
As I went about Monday, I couldn't avoid thinking about how things might change in the near future. There was the prospect of some sort of wealth, which came with mixed feelings. The check in my wallet was just the beginning. Now that I didn't have to worry about an income for a while, I decided it was time to ask Gwen to be my wife. After delivering my Mo...
This is a fun, light piece; it's pretty improbable, but it's the only thing I've written so far that is based, even a little bit, on reality. Enjoy! * * * She really shouldn't have been touching me there. "Cool. So, like, that's your clan crest or symbol or something?" Her finger was poking at my belt buckle now, prodding it, but the problem was her...
Mack had logged the big trees of the Pacific Northwest for years. His physical appearance was rugged, his tanned skin covered with the small scars from being hit by branches and a few larger scars from an errant saw. Women loved the bulging muscles in his arms, his washboard stomach, and his strong chin. He loved women with long legs and firm breasts. A flas...
This is the second installment in what may become a series. Hopefully, this story can be read enjoyably on its own. However, reading the first installment will provide better context and show the development of the characters. ***** There was no real fall-out from our Friday evening at the Jeffries'. The longer I thought about it, the less I was concerned...
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St Paul boasted one all-female college: Myra Shrewsbury Teachers' College, its 1890s and Art Deco buildings clad in ivy and set in verdurous grounds. All its staff were women. Busts and portraits of its presidents- bespectacled and ferocious- glowered like female deities of vengeance, arranged in its vestibule, as if to frighten off any creature who dared to...