Note: This is actually a true story. Everyone involved was 18 or older. ***** I am enveloped in darkness. I can hear my friends, and some others, on the floor, and by the door, and on the ceiling. They are speaking loudly, and giggling maniacally, but my mind can't piece together exactly what they are saying. The light comes on, and I squint, feeling blind...
My headache begins easing up once Scott starts the car. I have no idea what brought on those horrifying visions or that eerie, distorted voice inside my head, but I'm thankful they're gone. Still, I can't explain what's going on with me, that's even if I knew where to start. Anyway, when we pull away from the overlook, we run over something. The metallic cr...
I met Lynn ten years ago when I decided to join a transplant recipients support group. At the time, I felt the need to be with others who had gone through the same thing as I did in March of 1984. My remaining kidney had stopped functioning in November of 1983 and after four months of dialysis, my brother volunteered to give me one of his. I also felt that I...
You: As you sit there in your chair, behind your desk filled with work, I will come and straddle your lap. I am whispering sweet words of love in your ear, as my nipples press into your chest. Taking your face between my hands, I start to kiss your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose and finally, your magical mouth. Soft nibbles along your lips, th...
"So let me see them," I say sweetly, grinning from ear to ear. You blush and look at me nervously. "Are you sure?" your voice cracks a little from nerves. I smile and slide a hand up your thigh. "Yes, I want to see your collection of porn." I watch you as you get up and go underneath the bed. I lean over, stroking your back gently and humming innocently to...
*This is the second part of "Dani's Songs", from the folio, "Thanks for the Memories." After succumbing to the warm, sensual welcome of her friends, a visiting fellow gets thoroughly claimed at dawn by the host. ** I wake up to the 2nd movement of Rachmaninoff's 2nd concerto. A digital clock says it's ten minutes to 4 in the morning. I burrow deeper into...
For Mike, who enjoyed every story I ever told him. ***** Mike leaned back in his chair and stretched. He glanced at the clock—almost 4:00 in the afternoon, and on a Friday. The office was nearly empty, everybody having gone home early to get a head start on the weekend. His performance review was coming up in about 10 minutes, with his bitch of a boss, Jan...
I open my eyes on the morning, knowing you will be home soon. I smile as I slide my hand between my legs, my thighs damp with thoughts of your return. I find my femininity moist as a dew-covered morning bloom. A finger slides between my labia, rubbing the bud that already awaits your touch, your kiss. It stiffens and I shiver. I need you to hurry. I throw b...
And just so you can get a mental image of who will be fucking you, I'm 6 ft, 210 lbs., light brown hair, green eyes, and in pretty good shape. More lean than muscular I guess. And my cock is seven inches, cut, and VERY hard right now. *** Can I stroke your hard cock? If I do, will you want to force me to service you, maybe grab my hair and push down on my...
Erin was a great student. She was smart, diligent, and curious. She had interesting ideas, worked hard, and definitely wanted to please her professors. Yeah, some of it was about wanting to secure letters of recommendation but it wasn't all that. Much of it was that she genuinely loved learning. She was also a little fox... a fiery little redhead who knew h...