As usual, it may help to read the first chapter: The Secret Life of George Prufrock * It was a perfect autumn day when George Prufrock and his wife Janet attended Myra Lennon's outdoor potluck supper. As Janet chatted with her friends, George wandered across the flagstone patio and into the living room: a man ignored, virtually invisible. He was the sort t...
I was sitting in the corner of the café writing in my notebook when he walked in. He stood at the door, looked around. Our eyes met then we both quickly looked away. He then went to the counter where it was self-serve coffee, ordered a croissant and sat down at a small table next to the wall on the other side of the room. Again, our eyes met briefly. I went...
As a powerful, intelligent, big athletic man, I always wanted smart, big, athletic kids. Hell, I was a super-stud in high school, had my pick of the cheerleaders, married the prom queen, and had numerous athletic scholarships to pay for my college at a Div I school. Life was good! Attended a top-10 graduate school, got my MBA, and had the business world by...
Part one This is part of our continuing story of a joint sexual exploration, based largely on factual experiences and personal fantasies, and embellished slightly to hopefully enhance the reader’s enjoyment. I have written about Anne’s account of her first lesbian encounter when she was a teenager, which was based on an actual event. This is the story of ou...
A raucous cheer went up as Nikki provocatively popped the button on her levis. She gyrated her hips slowly to tantalise her audience, swaying to the undulating beat of the rock music that blared out from her boyfriend's parked car. Beneath her bare feet the grass felt pleasantly cool. She was relieved that it was an unseasonably warm Halloween this year. She...
This story follows the events of part 3 of the Posing series, though it is not necessary to read it first. ***** I had posed nude several times for my friend's mother, Angela, to help her through one of her art classes. On one occasion, she asked her neighbor Emily to pose with me. Emily was about my age and, like me, was a college student. Until spending...
As Joan ascended the steps of the church, she glanced up at the stained glass windows. None of the lights seemed to be on, which was rather odd. Did Father Ben cancel confession? Would she even be able to get into the building? Or were all of the doors locked? She grabbed the thick brass handle of the main entrance and pulled. As the heavy wooden door creake...
The fair arrived in the middle of the summer each year. The event set up on a big empty lot right in the center of the city, between the Coliseum and the interstate. Unmarked trucks would roll in and raise their bay doors, allowing an array of brightly colored booths and structures to spill out. The various bits of metal and wood would rise up like inflating...
The two young couples sitting in the front row had no idea what to expect from tonight's entertainment. Something sexy and exciting the tickets had promised. So far they'd enjoyed a bondage display and a rubber fetish fashion parade. The bondage was mainly tying up nubile and lithesome young ladies, with exaggerated hour glass figures. These same curvaceous...
Saturday Morning (Part 1): Mrs Petersen Author's note: All characters in this store are over the age of 18. This is a fictional story and any resemblance to any person or place is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy this story. _________________ It was early Saturday morning and I was awoken by the sound of something smashing against the wall, I could...