Steph had spent the last two weeks at home. Her grandmother had died. She still had a hard time thinking it. Steph pulled up to Brad's apartment. She hadn't seen him since she left. She took a breath. It felt weird being back in the city. She felt the tears rush up and pushed them down. She knew her eyes were glistening. She didn't want Brad to see. Brad was...
It would have been a pleasant drive in the country. It was a Sunday afternoon. The sun was bright, the breeze was warm and a little moist, and the countryside was empty. They hadn't seen a car along this back road at all, and only two total since they had left the gas station an hour ago. Steph had had to go then, could have asked to use the restroom then, a...
This is the final installment of the Sailor's Wife series. It would probably be best if you've read the first four stories before this one. Please bear in mind that the timeframe of this series in the early 1970's. There are some anachronisms here, and to judge the story by the standards of the 2010's would be, I think, unfair. And a point of comparison, $2...
Nothing on the telly, so .... My formative years were fairly dull in sexual terms. There were a few typical childhood games - 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' etc, but nothing more. My home was not the sort where we wandered about naked in the house - not that there was any big deal over it - just that no-one did it! I suppose then that my interes...
"You're a hard man to find, you know?" I heard behind me, turning around to see her there. My little sister, Stephanie. The only part of my growing up that I remembered fondly. The only person growing up, including our parents, who didn't treat me like dog shit. Suffice it to say that my overall first impression of the much vaunted traditional, nuclear fam...
I sat alone in the upscale bar awaiting a blind date who was already a half an hour late. I couldn't believe I had allowed aunt to set me up! I was getting ready to leave when a waiter appeared with a glass of champagne and set it on my table. I started to explain that I hadn't ordered it, when he handed me a folded slip of paper and pointed to a table in th...
Tom's Visit has completely thrown me, I'm more mixed up than ever and I don't know what to do. I run to the door, lock it and turn the sign to closed, well that was a great first day, I've only been open half an hour and already I've closed the shop and now I'm cowering behind the counter going over and over what Tom said. I want to call Mike but I already k...
10/24/05 As I write this, my left leg is cuffed to the chair. I haven't been to the bathroom in thirteen hours, and Miss Stephanie has insisted that I am not working hard enough on journaling her attentions! The misery is palpable, I must confess. She spent most of last night teasing my poor cock to near distraction..."Now that you keep web journals, dea...
It was just past midnight when Stephanie heard a car pull up outside. She rushed to the window and looked out, hoping it was her husband. Unfortunately it was the neighbour. As usual her husband was working late. She looked around the empty bedroom. She knew that Tony worked late to give her the good things in life. Sometimes though, she just wished that he...
Across the Rooftops - Again Chapter 3 The next morning found the two friends walking to the beach once more from their car. "I've been thinking," said Ewan, "about your bottom." "Oh yes?" Ed raised his eyebrows in amusement and waggled his bottom in a rather girly way. "Seriously though, I think perhaps we should have cum over each other's bottoms yeste...