The following story takes place in the 1980's. Before all public spaces had cctv cameras and everyone had a cell phone with a camera. A time when people could explore their exhibitionist side without worrying about leaving a legacy of pictures on the internet. All persons exhibiting and viewing nudity are 18+ * * * The Faker. Chapter 1. Kathy Simpson...
DISCLAIMER: Everyone DIRECTLY INVOLVED WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER IN ANY WAY THAT INVOLVES ANYTHING REMOTELY SEXUAL IS OVER THE AGE OF 18. *** I'd been shy most of my life and I was more likely found with a book in hand, reading in a quiet corner of the school grounds every recess and lunch break. I'd walk home, still reading, and always alone. It wasn't t...
Louise stood on the platform. Her train was late again for the third time that week. She has started working at the hospital after recently qualifying as an Ultrasound Specialist and she loved her new role. The days were long but rewarding. The evening as a little cool but still enough heat left in the air following the warm summer day that had just finished...
It was a box. Or possibly a crate - wooden sides with a bit of plastic on the side containing what I'd think was a packing slip. No visible marks otherwise. No 'fragile' (which my mind nearly always reads mentally as fra-jill-ay) or other stamped text. Just a decent sized box (crate?) sitting on the second step of the little concrete steps leading to my fron...
Grabbing the door handle, I promptly leave the gentleman's quarters. I feel faint at all that has transpired, and especially his last words. He wants to break me, that is clear. But at this moment, I can only imagine I will fly. Passing my mistress's chambers I hear some curious noises. I make sure that I'm alone and look through the keyhole to her room. I...
It was Memorial Day weekend when I and my wife went to visit her mother's. It would be a full house as her sister and husband would be staying as well. I was told that we might go swimming and I secretly hoped my sister-in-law would pick a small bathing suit. Her name was Brooke and I had a big crush on her. She was thirty years old which was about eight ye...
Waiting. These long periods of idle waiting really do get on my nerves. There is simply nothing going on then, not a single thing at all. I am just standing around, doing nothing but to wait all the time. And it is not just for a couple of hours, sometimes I have to wait for days, even weeks before something happens. I keep wondering how spiders can cope wit...
After a day of meetings in town, I find the commuter train that will take me to the lot where I've parked my car. It's late rush hour in fall, which mean it's already getting dark. I miss the late sunshine, but the warm temperatures of the Indian summer weather we've been having are a pretty good tradeoff. On the platform, I put my tote down and fold my swea...
Ch. 03 – Teens Alone in the Basement "Hi Mom! Aline, Andy, and I want to study for the ACT in my room." Karen's mother peered skeptically over her glasses at Andy, but only saw Karen's cute boyfriend who looked her square in the face and said, "As usual Mrs. Smith, I can see where Janet and Karen get their good looks." She blushed with a beaming smile and...
WRITER'S NOTE: I never am sure where these stories are going to go. I just start writing and try to keep a logical flow going. My female characters are all very sexual and enjoy being sexual. They are not always bi but never "butch"; just not my subject of choice. So, I can assure you that both Lauren and Sherri will experience their fair share of male compa...