We should never have put ourselves into that situation. We were friends. We had gone out for lunch, had a wonderful and long conversation and when the impatient eyes of the waiter descended upon us for the millionth time we had retired to a nearby lake with a beautiful vista just to continue our conversation. I had twisted my body in the car seat so I could...
She pulls in to the driveway and takes a deep breath after putting the truck into park. She opens her eyes as her cell phone begins to ring. Opening her phone taking the call from her mother. "Yes Mom." She says as she answers the phone. She continues to talk with her mother as she collects her things from the truck and makes her way to the front door. She o...
For most, college life is either damnation or salvation; for the rest, it's just time. For Julie Richardson and Julia Roberts, college started as one, and ended with both. Julie and Julia had met in the sixth grade, after Julie had moved into town from California. She was somewhat typical of what one would think of a girl from California, years ago; blond,...
Disclaimed: I own no rights to the characters, places or world of Stardust. * Jeptha Pryor stepped off the gangplank onto the Ironcloud Airdock, hoisting the rucksack off his shoulder and dropping it hard on the wood deck. He paused, eyeing the flood of people moving in every direction across the transfer platform. Greatcoats, bustles, leather jerkins, uni...
Looking at him across the board room, I decided that there was something about that guy. Jeremy and I had met about six months ago; when he transferred to my marketing department from another area. I am average I suppose, with a large chest, and amazing grey eyes, I date often, usually losers, who are only interested in sex, and you know, bad boys. Thus, Je...
The woman was there, with Linc, her coal red eyes burning into him, her nails growing longer, claws now, and she was tearing at him, tearing into him, and it felt good, he could feel himself growing hard, he tried to scream, tried to protest, but he couldn't, maybe because his throat wouldn't work, his voice wouldn't come, but maybe because he didn't really...
The ice cream seemed a great idea at first. The day had been hot, searing hot. The road tar was sticky, dogs were silent, even the trees wilted. Talaya had got back from working a half-day, and the relative coolness of her flat had inspired some tidying up. This had been a mistake: now she was hot and grumpy, but not much tidier. So she had promised herself...
(This story and its characters are strictly fictional. The writing is simply done to keep a bit of creativity. My goal is an entertaining story with a bit of sexual activity. The chapters are written as I find time, which is not often, and may seem a bit broken as i go months without adding to the story.) * Three hours had passed since Vanak had fucked the...
My hair stylist is exactly the opposite of the usual gay or effeminate stereotype. He is every inch a man. Tall, well, built and an especially attractive red head. But, more than his physical attributes, it is his outrageously flirtatious manner that always makes me wet. The man just oozed sex from every pore. I had had some very shocking fantasies about him...
My wife Collette lay on the bed in her fluffy hotel bathrobe, flipping through the TV channels with the remote. Her damp blonde hair was spread out over the propped up pillows of the king size bed. We had just finished showering after a long, wet day hike through the coastal forest on Vancouver Island. We had come back covered in mud and sweat and had spent...