Constantine was a new recruit in the Serb army and excited by the new opportunity in front of him, his young future looking very bright. Only 19 years old and fresh out of basic training he was largely ignorant of the atrocities his countrymen had been responsible for in the past, growing up in a very patriotic and jingoistic household. His father had been i...
The Exposing Game A strip poker/monopoly type board game of sorts The Players Dave... Me Wendy...My Wife Peter... Our affluent friend Claire...Peters' kinky wife Rod... Their gay friend (assumed) Jordan...Rods' assumed gay black partner It all started out innocently enough, just a friendly, flirty game with friends while we were on holiday. My wife...
Author Note: this story inspired by my total wetness while sitting in the Starbucks in Harvard Square on a visit to Boston. All characters fictional. Enjoy! More to come if you like it! ***** I hadn't gone to the coffee shop with the intention of getting fucked. It was part of my typical routine: take my laptop to the Starbucks on Harvard Square and stay u...
When Richard had first suggested the idea to Mary that she should try to imagine other men watching her when she masturbated, she was not convinced that it would excite her. Some weeks past by until one weekend she found herself alone in the house. All that day she had been feeling horny but also very tired. She decided to take advantage of the quiet house...
The weather is cold and raining as I sit in my Ford pick-up truck at the Bradenton railroad yard. It's quite sad that the weather is symbolic of what's going on in my heart. Five years ago I married Joane, and I was so happy. She lead me to believe she was going to do something with her life, yet that hasn't happened. How can it when she quits every course?...
Finally moving toward buying a business, Buck made an appointment to see a business broker Philip Chandler who said he was about to leave to play golf but business was business so suggested Buck come right in. That attitude impressed Buck but on the way to the office he wondered if Philip found he had time to play golf on a Wednesday morning because busines...
On that high pinnacle of rock, in the midst of a fresh snowfall from the avalanche, and surrounded by the majesty of the mountains and the wreckage of the enemy army, I sat on Scar's lap, and we kissed. This hard soldier, with his scarred face and his wild hair, he was mine, and it was an amazing feeling. We buried ourselves in that kiss, it was as if we wer...
Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Faleena and El Paso City. The story titles will be: "El Paso - author's name" e.g. "El Paso – Jake Rivers" This is a follow on to our first "invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is continui...
It's pouring with rain as I open the door of the building I work in. Shit. I've no umbrella, and I'm dressed for summer, not monsoon season. I'm aware of the security guard behind me, tapping his foot and jangling his keys in his trouser pocket. I'm already the last person in the building. I'm going to have to brave it. I make a quick decision to duck ac...
'I am black and you are white,' said Rebecca, rising to Ben's assertion that women did not have the mind-set to excel at chess. Hinting that she had some modest ability herself, and frequently played with friends, she had challenged him to join her in a game. There would have to be a handicap, though, in view of his professed superiority. 'Fine by me,' he...