Note: This story is part of a small volume of stories that I have posted here previously. They will appear with different names as chapters (10 in all). I think these stories stand alone well, but they are meant to be read as part of a larger work entitled "Divorcing Myself From Myself." This chapter, #8, is called "Happy Birthday." It has been posted here...
This story brings back very special memories for me and is very personal, but before you say anything NO I or anyone I know have never been kidnapped or had a meeting with aliens or even believe they exist... it is all fictional. Emma Stott was a normal girl. Ok, so normal was the wrong word; brilliant would be a more accurate word to use. She was a walkin...
Chris was already waiting at the chain coffee shop where they had arranged to meet. Jon was running a bit late today. He had woken on Alicia's couch; his daughter was staring down at him with a huge grin, dancing from foot to foot and exclaiming his name. Alicia was trying to get her ready for school, and Alison had already left for the diner. He had offer...
Joe E Hartley January 2020 Jack unpacked the final box the moving company had delivered. He surveyed his new home, this was to be his last move, at least while he was still upright. He now had fewer possessions, no garage, no power tools, and no garden. What he did have was a small two-bedroom apartment where one bedroom had no bed, but did have his easel...
Saturday, I finally woke up from another dream about Amanda and just laid there and thought about things. It was about 8:15. I assumed everyone else was sleeping in so I turned on the TV and just watched it for a while. Eventually I heard the stairs coming down creaking and turned to see Hank walking down. "Hey, man, sorry I couldn't stay awake last night,"...
"Joe!" My mother shouted from downstairs. I paused mid stroke, then ignoring her, continued to slide my hand up and down my shaft. "Joey!" She was more insistent, obviously not going to go away. I slid my underwear back up over my still hard cock. It might not have been big by porn standards, but on my slight 5'6" 130 lbs frame, it looked big. "Yeah Mom,"...
Bridget walked in the kitchen and called him: "Slave, come here." When he had joined her. She said as she was peeing in his mouth: "My suitcases are in my car; carry them to the bedroom next to Diane's. Then bring my bag from the sex shop with some ice to the living room. I have a gift for you." He walked in the living room with her bag and a bowl of ice...
That night I was feeling sorry for myself. Marianne had humiliated me again by having Joe shave me and then she allowed him to do it to me. She even held my arms as he stuck his thing inside me. She watched him, watched him as he screwed me, even though it didn't take long for him to come. He obviously didn't care that she had watched. She obviously didn't c...
It's been a while between chapters. I'm sure everyone has been waiting anxiously. Still working on my writing skills so please try hard to look past some errors. Keep in mind this is a true story and Barb's thoughts are what was related to me at the time. Some may not be biologically accurate , but it is what she thought. As always constructive criticism is...
Despite the usual collage of the beautiful fucking bodies slow-motioning to sensuous music on the warm huge screens above the dining hall and the open bar compliments of the Friday night Sex Writers' Symposium, I distractedly thumb through my still-stained notes, looking back through the last week's entries, trying to jumpstart my script thoughts. When I re...