Rhyley was in hurry. Her dishwater blonde hair hung in ringlets about her face, the sweat dripping off her brow and onto floor. She hated cleaning her home, but she had a one room flat and it did tend to get cluttered easily. She wore the rattiest sweat shorts she could find and a tank top that had seen better days when she was still in high school. She wore...
Having turned 45 a little while back, I decided to regrow the beard I'd had up until my mid-30s. I was single now, and with no kids or wife to point me at a razor, the beard came along quite readily. It filled out over a period of about a month, and I was quite pleased with the result. I'd actually been out of town for most of the "growth period", helping m...
4pm, on Friday, and I have my little tapestry valise packed and ready. I shut off my computer and put on my coat. It’s the coat I bought in the women’s section of the Gap. The way it fits, a little too snugly and not quite big enough, it seems very obvious to me. I slip on my soft knit gloves, which hide the pink polish I’ve applied to my nails. I did them a...
The text message seemed innocent enough: "Please pick up a hand of fresh ginger on the way home from work." I knew better though. It was Thursday night, the night I offered her my senses and she overwhelmed them. On Friday morning I knew I would be tender and tired. I won't lie. I was very nervous. I had never tried this before and I was not sure I wanted t...
We drove east through the Smokies, the sun bleeding out over the top of the trees as it sank slowly on that August afternoon. Maeve sat next to me and I slipped my fingers under her dress and behind the rope that I'd tied between her legs, giving it a gentle pull. Her mouth fell open as the rope tightened and the knot that I'd made rubbed against her pussy o...
Anyone could find this place on a map. It's a wonder of nature, as are many of the things we take for granted in our beautiful world. Like the fine legs of a dancer, the place where these two rivers come together is to be admired. It's in Prescott, Wisconsin and it is where the St. Croix and Mississippi Rivers join. One of the loves in my life wanted me to...
I am trying something different with these stories. Instead of writing a single narrative, I have written 10 vignettes from a relationship. Each chapter alternates between the point of view of the two main characters and is written as if talking to the other person. In addition, I have written each chapter as a quickie; all of the stories are 1,000 words or...
With her cries still ringing in his ears and his mouth and lips still fresh with the taste of her copious juices; juices that it had to be said were heady and erotic; sweet and inviting, he realised the more he did to, and saw of this woman; the more his caresses destroyed her presence and majesty over him; the more he found it appealing and less of a chore....
A warm and wet golden shower cascaded over the faces and boobs of Marion and Brenda. John was the first to squirt. Upon completion, it was Bill's turn to soak the women. Then the girls exhibited their wet body's by standing above the men, lying on the balcony in pools of piss. Marion's golden shower found the men's faces. Brenda concluded the evenings wate...
(I wrote this series of stories without dialogue intentionally as an experiment) You stand in front of the mirrored elevator doors thinking that this has been our best adventure yet, and at the same time you have a strong suspicion that we really haven't started on the main part of my plan. If I could hear your thoughts, I'd agree on both counts, but inste...