This story is mine. Its also on another site. I own all rights. Enjoy. * We are walking in the park after a formal dinner, hand in hand. Its quiet, warm. The crickets are loud in their mating calls. Our conversation is small, polite. I'm sneaking furtive glances up at you, so happy as I am to have finally landed a date with you after months of sly innuend...
Having just returned from overseas assignment in Germany, I was sent to a military post that is often euphemistically referred to as being lost in the woods. Not that I didn't like fishing and hunting, but having to drive 30 miles for a decent steak and a bottle of wine was like living in purgatory. Our friend Elvie had only been gone a couple of weeks as M...
Chad peeked into the study where his wife was busy pouring over her dissertation for school. He was so proud of her. Over the years that they had been married, she had put herself through college; first with a bachelor’s degree and then later, when she was teaching, through a master’s degree. Now she was busy working on her doctorate degree and watching from...
Your eyes scan the landscape of my exhausted face, as you finish savoring the spoils of the efforts on your college girl. I am your girl, your cheerleader, your "Little Bit." And I have selected you to teach me how to feel pleasure. And OH! What a job you are doing! I am pleased with my selection. "Squeamish?" you ask. "Huh?" I'm puzzled. You smile, as you...
'My daughter has a crush on you,' the large lady who sat opposite Matthew told him. 'That is why her work has not been so good as usual.' 'I had wondered,' Matthew said. Matthew was a history teacher at a girl's school. He was thirty one, single and presently unattached, and he was handsome. He was the favourite teacher among the girls in the sixth form an...
I'm woken up by a light nudging. I crack open my eyes, and see that Peter is kneeling next to me. I sigh as I stretch and ask what he wants. "Could we go for a walk?" He asks, uncertainly. I frown as I sit up, rubbing sleep from my eyes as I yawn. "Huh?" I mumble, confused as to why he would wake me so early. The events that lead up to my impromptu flight...
She stood outside of the restaurant, blue letters "Teal Station". Valerie adjusted her black dress, she had driven past this place a hundred times. It was once the main rail station in Pearton before the Old Northwesteren decided to shut down the passenger line, it was bought from the railroad and turned into several different businesses now a restaurant. Th...
It's late when we get home. The sun is down, the porch lit only by a nearby streetlight. It's spring, just the barest of chills left from winter, but I refuse to give up the Florida clothes. We have bags of groceries to bring in from the car. I run back outside for the last load of bags so we can settle in for the evening. As I come back inside, I turn to cl...
There is an inherent pleasure in finding yourself between a woman's thighs; it is a gift that should be received with reverence. I take my time, making eye contact, telling you how gorgeous you are, how beautiful your flower is. I kiss your ankles, calves, knees, and the tops of your thighs before working my way down your inner thighs. You are a delicacy t...
I squeeze my eyes shut. That small voice in the back of my head asking myself why I'm here. Why am I here, bent at the waist with hands braced against the wall of the janitors closet. The smell of cleaning chemical tickling my nose. My professional black skirt hiked up over my hips. Eyes almost wet with tears because of my mistake. One stupid, stupid mista...