I am writing this for woman, in the hopes that it will foster a greater understanding of us, the other sex of the species that crude and dimwitted biped you know as man. I know that women, all women, secretly believe that all men are somehow brain-damaged, just as all men secretly believe that women are at the heart of things like alcoholism and mental illn...
Amanda shuddered as the final wave of her orgasm washed over her. Leaning up from the passenger seat, she looked over at the driver - Will - a co-worker of hers had seduced and charmed her nearly three weeks ago and was now her total obsession. Having just watched her pleasure herself to a muscle-quivering crescendo, Will was trying to focus on driving wh...
It was another one of those long days. You thought you would do a bit of reading after dinner but once again, you fell asleep next to the reading light, your book lying across your chest. I come into the bedroom with a smile, watching you peacefully sleeping, your glasses still perched on your nose. Quietly I remove your glasses and set them on the nightst...
I felt a nudge on my shoulder and a lot of my name being called out. I lifted my head up and I was at the café with Tara still. Fuck, it was a dream! I rubbed my eyes and tried to massage the headache off my temples. "You're such an idiot," she said, "you should go back to the hotel and sleep." She took a sip of her tea. I looked down at my pasta, barely t...
A week doesn't sound like a long time to most people. Nobody would describe a week as an eternity but that's exactly what it felt like for Anna. That's how long it had been since Anna's last orgasm and it seemed like each of the seven days had stretched on to impossible unbearable lengths. It was doubly frustrating because of the cause. How could that old p...
"This place is like Hooters!" a co-worker once remarked. He was right. The women at my job did pay very little to the dress code. Although not quite at the bikini stage, they often came to the office in tops with plunging necklines and tight little leggings that left little to the imagination. Even though sometimes the top parts of their outfits seemed some...
Something a little different. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. John Prine: "And I dream of her always, even when I don't dream. Her name's on my tongue and her blood's in my stream." = = = = Nothing like the first day of spring to buoy your spirits. My...
Mark was thirsty, tired, hot and horny. He'd only made it halfway through his lengthy sales trip when his car's air conditioning conked out, leaving him feeling baked for three straight days as he called on clients. Now, pulling into his driveway, he could think only of the swimming pool in his neighbor's back yard and the open invitation he and his wife Joy...
Craig liked to work late at the office. Left in peace he got more done, and when business was over he had time to himself. Time he put to good use. A superfast Internet connection let him browse his favorite porn sites without the endless delays and dropped connections he suffered at home on his ancient PC. He knew the company had strict policy on viewing i...
This chapter focuses on Lost. Her background is detailed in the short story, Getting Lost. If you've not read the previous chapters of Saving Hibreon, this one isn't going to make much sense. I thank you for reading, and I hope you're enjoying the story. As always, I appreciate your feedback. -Guinevere A. Hart *** Lost sat between Araquies and Lem at L...