I was rearranging the tray of necklaces under the glass counter top when I heard the door chime. Looking up, I frowned a bit as 2 large black men came into the shop and glanced around. Dark glasses covered their eyes and they were both dressed exactly alike in dark suits with matching ties. I could see the earpieces in their right ears, and noticed that one...
Note to my readers: In this Chapter, Sam begins to show something that I had not anticipated when I first created his character. I have enjoyed discovering this inside him, but not in providing the level of detail demanded by his authorship. Some of my readers, particularly the females (like me) would prefer a more abstract approach, but my male collaborator...
"Mr. Davies?" The 19-year-old blonde called out hesitantly, pushing open the heavy, carved wooden door that had been standing slightly ajar. "Hello?" The 5'4" freshman tugged self-consciously at her clothing, trying in vain to make her lime-green, pink and black plaid miniskirt a little longer and her black tank long enough to meet the waistband. The stubbo...
Note - this is a piece of fiction. The characters are not real. The scenario is purely a fantasy and does not describe any actual relationship. Laurel is not my actual wife. Enjoy! ***** I stood at the altar alone with Rev. Carl, the minister, looking out at the wedding guests. It wasn't a large wedding, still to me it seemed there were a lot of people l...
Brody and Millie watched as the couple next to them began to groan and lay down on top of one another. Son-of-a-bitch, he wasn't lying about screwing her! Was his last thought before Millie pressed her lips against his. Things happened fairly quickly after that. Both girls were amazed at the way the peeping Toms could kiss. Cindy realized she wanted more...
The story so far: debt-ridden Sissy Blane's first obligatory date with Mr. Plumrose is about to take place. '...there's nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so.' The truth of the old saying occurred to me as I awoke on the fateful Friday and was surprised to discover that I was looking forward to the events of the coming evening. Arising from my bed f...
Prologue Dear Jessie Well, after three long years it's finished and, as promised, I'm sending you the ms in hard copy. Please let me know what you think of it and if there's anything you take exception to. It is our story -- yours, mine and Ira's. You'll see that I've used your letters pretty much verbatim, and Ira gave me all the stuff he'd written (as t...
Erik's feet were lead when he stepped out of the cab in his apartment's parking lot. "Have a good one," he said, tipping the driver. "You too sweetie," the cabbie said. She was an older lady who spilled over the seat of her minivan. He didn't look back as she drove away. Climbing the stairs was a one step at a time ordeal and he used the handrail to pull...
Well, it seems that I have some sort of a big dick fetish. At least, I'm writing a lot of stories about massive cocks and size queens who crave them. Perhaps I should take a big cock for a test drive? Maybe, if I'd get to experience the pleasures that only a big cock can give, I could get over my (very male) mental disorder that the old cokehead called pen...
[My dear friend writes stories as Pixie2001. She is my inspiration for this story and contributed some of the memories and ideas. I'll never forget her kindness.] * * * * * Meeting in Lucerne This is a love story. It has convinced me after years of personal denial that Dr. Kinsey was right; we are not made all one thing or all another. Each of us is part...