If there ever was a country girl who was more American than apple pie it was Rachel. From growing up and living in a small town, to marrying her high school sweetheart Jacob, she was the picturesque model of a Midwestern girl. She loved cooking, listening to country music and above all, her husband. After graduating college together they purchased a small ho...
Teresa woke up suddenly in a cold sweat. 'It was just a nightmare,' she thought to herself as she cradled her heavily pregnant belly. 'Just another nightmare.' As she stood to get out of bed, the baby inside of her belly kicked, and hard too, as if he somehow sensed his mother's distress. Teresa smiled and looked over at her American husband. It had been...
1. I have always been interested in new and exciting experiences; all through my life I was never content with familiar pleasures, with just coasting along, which is why, when I was approached by an old friend about the club, it immediately piqued my interest. I had known Les since we were both at the same Catholic grammar school; as boys we had skipped sc...
"Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania." W.Shakespeare, A Midummernight's Dream, Act II, Scene 1 (Dedicated to the memory of Arthur Machen [1863-1947], although he would never, NEVER, have written a story like this.) * At age 79, Arthur Benjamin, a retired chemist, was an over-weight, diabetic widower on the wrong side of his first heart attack. He also ha...
I never imagined myself being an exhibitionist; the thought always seemed too perverse for me. Don't get me wrong, I love sex, and I have no hook-ups about my body, but willingly letting someone, or multiple someones, see me naked seemed a little too extreme for my taste. That is, until one night while in my dorm room. ***** It was 10 pm on a Friday, and I...
© 2002 by the author. All rights reserved. A little fantasy tale involving mutual self-masturbation(M/F). Critiques and replies welcome. * * * * He had never felt quite like this before. Since waking up from a troubled sleep a vaguely defined image of someone – female – kept flashing through his mind. He could tell little about her beyond the fact that sh...
Before coming out of my shell, I had been a book worm and a prude. But I had also consistently been the girl who got the best grades in my class from probably 3rd grade through high school graduation. I was shy and nerdy, but accustomed to being right about almost everything. I was sure I was the smartest girl in the room. Hence my username. I was a total...
Grisham Ludlow and his fiancée, Sheridan, came in his spacious house after an evening at the opera. Sheridan loved it that Grish could explain "La Traviata" so well, without being laborious or condescending. "I really identify with that chick-Violetta?" "Violetta Valery? Yes, she reminds me of you as well, Sheri." Grisham said with a smile. Sheridan smil...
All names and characters in this story are fictional and have no connection with any actual person living or dead. ***** Jonathon Worley is in his sophomore year at Onanoma State University, majoring - at least for the time being - in art history. He's the third child in his family, and after his parents paid for the first two to go to college, there was...
Mike walked into the bedroom, after working in the yard, just as Cathy entered the bedroom from the bathroom. His eyes lit up and he smiled when he saw her wearing only a towel. "If I had known you were in the shower, I would have finished in the yard sooner so I could've joined you," he said as he walked to her. "Looks like you'll have to be alone in the s...