At Francie's house, it was a dark and stormy night. The power was out and the only light came from the sensual candles she had lit. Normally they were used for other purposes, but this night they provided the necessary illumination needed to change into her sexy sheer nightgown. Just putting on this beautiful yellow silk gown began to get Francie wet as she...
Chapter Nine – Flashes of Brilliance I didn't need the alarm. I had awakened 20 minutes before it was to go off. It was Friday, finally. The week had taken forever to complete, and here I was like a grade school girl on Christmas morning waking up long before I had to. Usually, I set my alarm to allow me several snooze times before I actually drag myself ou...
The cool breeze lights briefly over Warren's naked flesh. His gaze seems focused on the stars; his thoughts however are focused on his senses. He can still see Tracy nestled between his thighs, hear her moans of pleasure escape her pink hued lips, and taste her essence on his tongue. Warren's cock jerks gently as his senses slowly begin to speak to him. His...
Anthony finds himself in detention with the teacher of his dreams. All characters are over 18. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for editing. Enjoy. =================== Ms. Buell bent over the pile of papers that adorned her desk, her head resting in the palm of her left hand. Her right holds a red marking pencil that she taps, unknowingly, against her teeth. Ve...
If perfect grammar is your thing, this story may not be. This is the second half of a story that is my first attempt at a kind of "stream of consciousness" flow, so I took some liberties with the punctuation. I fantasize more in words than images, so this is what happens when it comes out on the page. If you like it please let me know…vote! Naked "Strip."...
The meeting. It was just a sterile hotel meeting room. Fluorescent lights over a small table, blinds drawn on the small windows. Uncomfortable chairs that inflicted pain on the users if sat upon for long periods of time. "From a design standpoint, is there any reason for you to recommend that a automobile leave the Memphis facility with a defect that woul...
Leonardo Lain's airship nudged at the tip of the city's tallest tower. He stroked his assistant's bare breast beneath her silk dress as idly and warmly as a kitten, enjoying the stiffening of her nipple like a tactile-purr against his palm. "None of that tonight, please Mr Lain," Polly said. "My lover will not approve." "Don't worry, Pretty Polly, she will...
I'd broken the golden rule again. It was becoming a tiresome habit. Chandler's boy, Phillip Marlowe, may not be real, but he never broke it. He never did divorce work. The end of a romance is, frankly, the lowest human beings can get before they completely loose it. Even when it concerns basically good people; divorce can bring out the bad in anyone. That's...
That evening, Joyce and I returned to our captive. He looked at us hesitantly. "Am I going to be able to eat something, My Lady? I'm getting hungry." Joyce looked at me, a little unsure of what to do, because the last time we had let him loose, she had been on the receiving end of his affections. I nodded to her, and she left the room to fix him something to...
Author's note: This is a collection of independent, stand-alone short stories about my wife. Some are fiction, while others are memories and flashbacks. They were written separately and never edited for continuity, so there are tense changes, repeated phrases, etc. I make no apologies, because these were intentionally spur-of-the-moment. Enjoy. --------- 1...