This story came to me through my love of historical fiction. The events are fictional, but the male character is based off of someone real. I care about him very much. If you like this piece, please leave a review! Thanks! For the real David: The Field Cabin The little cabin seemed as though it was a hundred degrees as Annabelle Field, a petite brunette w...
Valerie Templeton was a beautiful woman. Every time Tommy went to his friend Mike's house he loved to watch her. The way she moved, the open way she talked, and of course, the wonderful way she smelled as she walked passed him. Mike and Tommy were on the front porch just making plans for the weekend when Mrs. T pulled in the driveway. Mike kept talking about...
There I stood with a tasty apple pie in my hands as my eyes once again slipped from Betty's eyes, down past her magnificent cleavage to below her waist where she had tugged her skirt up giving me an unfettered view between her opening legs. I stared at white fabric noticing the indentation where the panties clung tightly to her pussy lips. The slight crevass...
Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another couple, Jeff and Lisa. We met them last year. They are similar in age and shape as we are. They arrive and we sit on the patio having a drink while we catch up on recent events. Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a white blouse that buttons down the front and a pair of short pink shorts. The top few...
After work, I liked to walk home along the riverbank. Working in a club, it was always dark when I finished, even in high summer. And because very few people used the towpath at night, I felt safe walking home in my waitressing outfit. It was a skimpy outfit. The club was a gay bar on the outskirts of town, and I lived on a small estate nearby. I liked livi...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Inspiration f...
copyright 2003 Clemstra "I'm an apple pie," she said to us. "You don't look like an apple pie," I point out. "Well I am, I'm just packaged to look like a woman." I look at the others in the kitchen. "Packaging now a days is remarkable," says another. "Okay, well should you go in the oven to bake then," I ask? "Sure, just remove some of the outer packa...
It had been about a year since we last invited another man into our bedroom. During that time, I had a major surgery that definitely took something out of me and worried about fulfilling M's very high sex drive. As I recovered, I noticed it taking longer and longer for M to reach orgasms and sometimes she would even fake them to try to spare me the embarrass...
"Oh, Darryl, how could you have let our son have sex with me, without my knowing?" Margo Needy isolated herself away from everyone by taking a walk out to a hidden orchard within the timber of her massive property for apples. Her Garden of Eden she called it. The question these days was just who the serpent was...Darryl or Elliot? Her tears were not of hur...
Diner Miriam wipes down countertops, picking up salt and pepper shakers, replacing ketchup bottles, straightening chairs and wiping grease off glass display cases. It is 2am, time for Fred's Diner to close for 3 hours and reopen at 5am. Miriam is glad she is not working what is called the "nightmare" shift – working until closing and then reopening at 5,...