I'll never forget my first kiss. We were both 18-years-old, almost 19-years-old. A little late for my first kiss, but it wasn't her first kiss. There's nothing like the first kiss. I even remember her name, Kathy. For the life of me, I don't remember her last name, though. I remember that once I kissed her, I was in love, puppy love. I never felt anything l...
High school was not kind to me. It's a time when girls go for jocks and bad boys, not writers and thinkers. I even had teachers tell me that high school was not for me, and to not worry about girls. Once I got to college, I would do just fine. I have to say they were pretty much on the mark. I wasn't with a new girl every night, nor did I want to be, but the...
Megan sat behind the steering wheel of her car thinking about what she wanted to do. Harry had stopped paying attention to her. After gaining so much weight, he seemed to be avoiding her. No longer touching or kissing her, embarrassed to be seen in public with her. Harry had not shown interest in months and she was feeling lonely and unloved. She could not...
At 5:20 Sean finally brought the meeting to a close. Of course that was only one of many meetings throughout his day and Sean, although he loved his work, was exhausted. Pressure was mounting with the holidays coming so Sean had spent much of the day holding hands (figuratively, of course) with a number of sales reps. He didn't mind the fatherly role as long...
I run a clothing store at a shopping center. Early one weekday morning, shortly after opening, a young man entered and said he was interested in buying a pair of jeans. Without paying much notice, I directed him to the back of store, where we keep a fairly large supply. About 10 minutes later, with no other customers in the store, I decided to check up on h...
Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Thump, thump, thump! Alicia almost jumped out of her skin, as the rapid knocking, brought her out of her reverie. Thump... Thump... Thump... Three more spaced out knocks, brought a gasp of relief,...
She actually had to fight the urge to call him Mr. Edwards, even now. His house wasn't anything like she had expected—his wife must have done all the decorating—everything matched, seemed to have its own place, and had a subtle but unmistakable Asian design influence. The Mr. Edwards she had known—hell, Cassie, call him Rick already, would you?—was scattered...
I'm dedicating this story to a lady that I will probable never meet, face to face. In spite of this her ideas inspired most of the story line. She will go unnamed but she will know who I'm talking about. The people in this story all came out of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and was not th...
Ten Days Waiting The next ten days were like a fog through which she drifted, unable to put together any coherent thoughts. Fortunately, her current crop of students were all at a fairly basic level and didn't take too much in the way of teaching. She couldn't really afford to visit the clubs so when she had finished teaching she went home to stare blankly...
Authors note: This story contains many medical terms, which may not be correct. For correct usage and terminology, please consult your local physician. * * * * * He was riding along on his brand new Kawasaki when it happened. He saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen walking on the sidewalk. He noticed her ass swaying as he neared an intersection. H...