Author's Note: This one isn't my usual style of story, but I was proud of it and hope the readers enjoy it as well. Let me know, won't you? ~~BrettJ Dr. Seymour Bernstein looked at his day planner and saw that his first patient of the day was Kay Silvers. "Kay" was the initial of her first name, because the attractive, 35-year old had several and they all...
This is the 100% true story of a fight I had with my girlfriend. I was emotional, but I still remember it clearly, so this is pretty much word for word. Hope you like it. * My girlfriend and I had just had the biggest fight we could remember. It started off harmlessly, but escalated quickly. It started at her house on a typical Friday night when we were h...
She had the biggest pair of tits SGT Stewart Peter Bate had ever seen in the flesh. It was unfortunate he was a POW and she his captor. "Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Conventi...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you've read the other things I wrote, I just wanted to warn you that this is going to be completely different. I'm experimenting with a different style and a different focus—the erotic experience of desire. If you're looking for a quickie, it's not going to happen in this story; this one is about the slow burn of wanting someone you can't h...
"I think I may need a favour," said Ed Friar to his son. "What can I do for you?" Nick Friar said, taking a drink from the beer his father had handed him. "You seem to have turned me into a girl magnet." Nick laughed. "I have?" "Well, something has. Used to be I was invisible to anyone female under the age of fifty, but this last month or two, something'...
"Excuse me, Mr. Calan, Ian Calan. I do believe you have an overdue book. Do you have it with you?" I ask, looking up over my wire-rimmed glasses, to the boy in the middle of a pack of sophomores. "Oiy, I have it, just not on me. Can I get an extension or something?" Ian replies, walking over to the desk and away from his whistling, obnoxious mates. I blush...
I come from the lower end of an upper middle class town. Through high school and then into college I'd gotten a pretty good lawn mowing and gardening service going. I was always expected to mow our lawn for nothing, or, if you like, because dad said so. I didn't mind. Actually I rather liked it and still do to this day. There's a quick sense of accomplishmen...
This is Jeya. I always have this feel that makes me think that I should be helpful to other people in ANY way. This is a slow story contains less number of hard core stuff. Please ignore this story if it doesn't suit your taste. And yeah, my English sucks. Well, I couldn't think any preface/intro to this story. I request you to read this and review. If yo...
The rain was coming down in lively sheets as I drank the last bit of my beer. It was closing time at the cafe and as the waitresses counted their tips and split them over the few free beers that were allotted to us, I watched the rain from the big picture window fall so hard it that it seemed to wash the world away.. Audibly I remarked that a taxi was in ord...
Sarah rode with her friends, former classmate, Kayla Young Taunton, and her husband, John to her 40th class reunion. None of them were sure where to park in the hotel parking lot. She immediately spotted Brad's car as soon as they pulled in. "That looks like Brad Martin's car, so this must be where we park." Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of seein...