* This story is 100% true. Nothing in it is whitewashed. * All characters in this story are eighteen or over. ****** Margaret was a friend of my twin girl cousins. They spent a lot of time together growing up as kids and were good friends. That's how I met Margaret. I was born in that town but I was living in a different city at the time in a neighbori...
Hello readers. Let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Kamal. I'm 31 years old and I work in a Government Department. I live in a large penthouse apartment, along with my wife of 6 years, Meera. I'm 5'8" and a bit chubby. Meera is about 5'4" and has a figure of 34DD-26-38. She's very fair and has curly hair up to her chest. This incident happened a...
Amy wearily put on her seat belt and backed the car out of its space in the airport car park. As she started to drive towards the exit her mobile phone rang. The ring tone told her who it was and she smiled as she answered. "Hi honey, did you get my text. Guess where I am?" "Yes I got your text telling me you were finishing a day early. I imagine you are...
Boating on the Brazos - May 26, 1972 Parked at the Piggly Wiggly, listening to Charlie Pride on my eight track while waiting to meet up with my best bud Slick Henderson. Excited about what lies ahead of us this day as we're headed to the river. Slick and I always running together. If you saw him you could hold your breath till you saw me. Slick is a big...
"So, any of it true?""Maybe, maybe not." ********** I was lit. Lit up. The phrase fit because the day was bright as shit. Brighter than real. Because that's how it is when you're just left of drunk during daylight. The world just seems brighter. Golf, beer, more golf, more beer and now here I am. A healthy buzz during the heart of the afternoon and nothi...
The car had been beautiful before Marla had fallen on it. I had always appreciated mustangs, and so seeing the destruction of this one after the plummeting of her body was dreadful. I find myself wondering if the owner's insurance policy has a clause covering damage caused by dead cheerleaders. It seems a little unfair and cruel to speak of Marla like that....
The sound of the explosion ripped through the golden, drowsy peacefulness of the warm fall afternoon, suddenly pitching my heart into my throat. I'd been wiping down a table with a wet rag and gazing out one of the front windows of the Shamrock Grille, admiring the contrast of the flaming reds and oranges and yellows of the foliage burning against the cloudl...
I have received many emails asking how to hypnotize someone. I have written a "how to" article about Erotic Hypnosis. I encourage you to read it, if you are interested in using erotic hypnosis. If you enjoy this story, please vote. Fives are appreciated. This is my first "Mature" story. Since I qualify, I thought it was about time. (Pun intended). Hypnosis...
"I can't fucking stand you!" she screamed. "Get OUT of MY kitchen!" "The feeling is mutual, honey, but I'm not going anywhere," he declared, egging her on. "Vat tis the meaning ov dis...dis...velling?" the maitre'd asked in his thick accent as he burst into the kitchen from the front of the house. "Yous are dee-sturbing my guests!" "Get that VILE man OUT...
Ponder. For lack of a better word, ponder works for me, at least for now. I'm sitting at my desk at work pondering what to do next. You see, I asked my wife of sixteen years to edit a few stories that I'd written and by the time she was done, she'd come up with more questions than corrections. Let me regress for a minute so you'll understand my dilemma a li...