Bob Casey is an expert skier. He wished that he had the talent to make the United States Olympic ski team. He was in awe of the skiers that did, both men and women. Three winters ago, he was at the bottom of the nine turns that start the "Nose Dive" at Stowe, Vermont, with Billy Woods. Billy hollered to him above the shrieking of the wind, "There she is, who...
This story is entirely fictional. It was Tom Cassavettes once again who was eventually forced to ring Fiona Napier, but this time she was at work. He had become consumed with curiosity having not heard from her since that memorable trip to France but, more importantly, he had also come up with a great idea to get closer to the young woman who had grown to b...
Jon and I arrived two hours later than we had planned on Friday night. The traffic as we drove through LA had been really slow and our anticipated 6 hour drive had turned out to be more like 8 hours. We followed Del Monte and then turned right on to Pacific where we quickly found the hotel and turned in to the underground garage. Because all of the spaces we...
It is hard to say where sexual likes and dislikes start entering a person’s life. When a young man starts noticing the curves and softness of a feminine woman, or when a young woman starts noticing the widening shoulders and developing muscles of a young man. I remember where one of my sexual likes developed though, as plain as if I were in that situation ag...
There have been a few developments in the past few weeks, and so I regret to say that several weeks ago Missy found and opened the file in the computer entitled "Missy's Seventh Porno" which opened up a can of worms and at first she became rather upset with me sharing her sexual encounters on the internet. She let me know that my solo erotic writing career w...
They say you can never go home again, and I guess in my case that's all too true. The name is Abdulaziz Hussein and I'm a young man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Jeddah, in the Western coast of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, to an Ethiopian mother and Saudi father. A year ago, everything in my life was going so we...
"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...
This story is another one about me and my wife Sue. Yes it is an actual true story of our younger more adventurous days. This story is like my others in that I don't write with to much descriptive sex in them. I like to think my writing style is more of describing the chase than the actual catch. That is just a small quirk I have, although this story should...
I first laid eyes on Erika and Joseph a few days after moving into a new up-market tenth floor apartment. There being only two large apartments per floor, they were my only neighbours sharing a common hallway, stairwell and elevator. We had bumped into each other a few times in the hall or in the basement car park, and while they weren't over friendly, they...
originally published in BloodMoon January 2002 issue “You look lost.” Her head snaps around, away from the seething cul-de-sac down the street. Lank blonde hair that might be pretty--if washed and combed--slithers across her wind chapped face. Dark blue eyes widen as if with faint recognition. He’s not surprised. He’s been watching as she’s wandered th...