Friday night was date night for the Sparrows. Gina and Dave were painting the town red, leaving their children home alone. At 18, Sarah and Michael were old enough to be left to their own devices, and were both mature enough to be trusted. Gina still gave them "the talk" though; "No falling out. No fighting. Be in bed at a reasonable time. If you have any fr...
*Thank you to Thewinedarksea for editing this story for me* - I woke up to sunlight shining on my face and the scent of bacon cooking in the air. I rolled away from the sun and listened to the faint dripping as the leftover rainwater from last night fell from the roof to the pavement below. I thought back to the perfect night yesterday with Amanda and wond...
I'm happy to post my first story in my favorite category, Exhibitionism. I've been waiting for this part of my life. Hopefully, more stories will come in this category. I've always had this urge to show skin. Earlier, when living in cities, I used to wear shorts, miniskirts, short jumpsuits, rompers, strapless tops, halter tops, crop tops etc. They were ve...
Author's note: As Messy enters its third and final act, I have a few warnings for the readers. First, there's not a lot of sexual activity in this chapter. Hardly any, to be perfectly honest. This chapter is almost totally plot-driven. So if you've been reading Messy for specifically that reason, you'll want to skip ahead to one of the next chapters once th...
Ever since Erika took over, she's made me keep a journal of my life under her rule. At times of her choosing, she reads it on the premise that she needs to monitor my attitude, behaviour and my welfare, but at times she's admitted to me, that they're an erotic thriller for her as she reads how she makes me squirm under her authority and how she's reduced me...
I'm Desiree, and I'm a dancer. No, not a ballerina. And you won't see me in Broadway shows. Or backing up singers at rock concerts. The dancing I do is a bit more...exotic. Yeah, okay, I'm a stripper. Strippers traffic in fantasy. We embody fantasy. We facilitate it. We act it out. We ARE fantasy. Our audiences (usually men) see something in us that they wa...
It felt weird missing something he didn't even know he missed. The sun had finally fought its' way through the enemy swarm of dark clouds that unleashed their fury on the sleepy Iowa town. To his delight the rays of golden light brought forth thoughts of things that could happen, and better yet the ensuing trip to a zoo in a few days elicited a wave of excit...
I staggered down the beach. I was wearing shorts, no shirt and was sweating profusely; for a moment it was touch and go whether I would see last night's dinner for the second time. It was the first day of my summer exercise regime—three miles of early morning running in the sand and then two miles of walking it out. I had my starting point that morning and...
Guy was a twenty-five year old washing machine service engineer who was mentally and physically marred by the scarring of adolescent acne. He was also thin, shy, and sexually frustrated, and was altogether the exact opposite of all that service engineers are supposed to be. His was not the life of continual housewife conquests and extended house calls no mat...
This was a very difficult chapter to write. Lots of ups and downs. My partner is still nashing his teeth. I appreciate all of the comments and the support from my readers. It's kept me going on what originally was a single chapter short story. Ginny, Angie and Meg had decided to take a late lunch and go shopping. Jeff had finally cleared Ginny to walk wit...