My story was going nowhere. I'd been working on it at night for several weeks, writing a page or two at a time, deleting most, keeping only a fraction of what I started with. But I was having a lot of trouble writing the female character. I just couldn't get into her mindset. I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but I was working on an adult fiction story fo...
Until recently our street in a Scandinavian county capital suburb area was unique. Here are 24 nice houses in the street and no divorces since the area was built 10-12 years ago. Almost all families were in the same age between 35 and 45. Of course, lot of partying with the neighbours in such area but nobody was found cheating with a neighbor. Not until the...
"Can hardly back out now" Emeline told herself. Just for a second she glanced across at her own bedroom window, not twenty feet from where she now stood in her neighbor's palatial suite across the way. For his part, Keith Leighton remained seated in the bedroom chair, gazing with unabashed lust at his teenage visitor. Cognizant of the fact she was now of...
Spring was a time of great change for me. I'd just moved into a sweet, little apartment in an up-and-coming neighborhood not yet taxed by gentrification. I was on extended leave, with full workmen's comp, and without any truly worrisome injury. And, I was having the greatest secret sex with Denise, the woman who bullied me throughout our shared childhood. It...
Lynn's family and ours have been best of friends for about twenty some years now, pretty much ever since out sons were born. Lynn bought a tanning salon a few years ago as a form of extra income, and her twenty four year old daughter Emily, frequently helps out with the place. Over the years Lynn and I have done many favors for each other, at one time joking...
The next few days were great at home. Chris was transformed sexually. Whatever I wanted, I got without complaint. A blow job in the shower before she went to school in the morning? No problem. A quick ass fuck between my lessons at the studio? Absolutely. I'm sure Brenda heard Chris moan from that interlude. I got Chris and the boys off for Chicago the Frid...
Spending January in San Diego is not such a bad thing. The sun still shines, though not as warmly, and the fog actually lifts earlier in the mornings than it does in June. I hadn't been back to America's Finest City since 2006, when I first left home to go to college in Northern California. My old connections and friends had long left town, most moving off t...
This story is a result of a radio advertisement for a NYC bank. I listen to the radio (NYC) at night, and relish hearing the voice of the woman describing experiences of banking with her 'personal banker' (You can find one audio example on the internet without too much trouble-I am not permitted to include the link). Remember, all events and names are fictio...
Note: the plot moves quickly because I am impatient and can't be bothered to write too much buildup, as I also have a short attention span and will give up if it takes too long. This is true of all my stories. Secondary note: Both characters are virgins, despite it never being explicitly stated. ***** Every Friday, Jake slept over at his best friend Mark's...
After breakfast, which had turned out quite well, courtesy of Heather, Mira, and Ming, I found myself being escorted back to the underground crypt or vault, whatever they wished to call it, though I wasn't alone. I was blindfolded again, of course, as were the others, but so were the dozen or so guests that arrived, who appeared to belong to a sorority affil...