All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional. ***** The pinkish twilight of a long summer day was hanging in the sky when Misty's car pulled in my driveway. I had a strange compulsion to sit on my front steps and wait for her to arrive, and when she did I couldn't seem to wipe the somewhat nervous smile off my face. She seemed to h...
"You know, you are still a dashing forty eight year old," Anna said to her godfather. "Well, thank you Anna my dear, but all the good things in my younger years were something I will always treasure. I have always strived to be young at heart. It is something that will never leave me. Just like my experiences in war will never leave me. A lot of good men la...
***NOTE****This story involves people only of legal age (over 18) and competencies who didn't exist until they were of legal age. Many of the characters have dimension only to carry the story and because I dig them and want to meet them someday if the vodka is pure enough. It is only a sexual fantasy living on my nymphomaniac grey matter. Its many parts will...
My friend Jen and I wrote this together as chain story. We had quite a bit of fun doing it so we thought we’d share it with you. We hope you enjoy it and welcome comments. * * * * * Allison was so happy the weather was finally warming up. It seemed like it went from winter to summer in a heartbeat here. She was out weeding the garden and preparing it for...
As Summer stood up and shut the car door, she looked at her reflection in the windows of her car. She didn't want her bra showing or her skirt up too high. Even though Chief Cox had seen all of her and ravaged her body, she wasn't sure who exactly was inside the station. When she felt presentable enough, she walked to the front door. The station was about w...
Jerry owned a large house in the country which had a vast estate surrounding it. The group of twenty men had returned from another successful fox hunt and they were having a celebratory dinner. Jerry stood with his crystal glass, and gently tapped the side of it with a fork to get some quiet. The room soon fell silent and all eyes were pointed at him. "Well...
This is more of a stroke story than anything terribly serious. In spite of the first person narrative, it is a work of fiction; it is not biographical. There are always snippets of truth and fact in any work of fiction. I've tried to give my characters thoughts and words which fit the time, the place and their situations. In my last summer of graduate schoo...
A few years ago I took a summer off from my graduate studies and worked as a head life guard for a summer camp. One of my friends had set me up with the job knowing a few months away in the mountains would do me good. While there I had a number of sexual escapades I would like to share with you all. This will be the first in a series of stories. For backgro...
My New Neighbor Book 1 My neighbor is a porn star. "Her name is Annie Ashley. I find out who she is "online" about a week after I first meet her in person. On the internet, Annie Ashley goes by Anna Ashleigh where she runs her own site, 'FireBomb' and poses for different voluptuous magazines. Furthermore, personally, she is a monumentally well-endowed god...
The characters in this story speak French most of the time although I have written their dialogue in English with only a very occasional French phrase for some degree of authenticity. I haven't studied French in forty years and apologize if I've gotten tense, gender, grammar or syntax wrong. Steve had just completed his freshman year of college. He was a vi...