As I lay on my bed, enveloped in the darkness of my tiny college bedroom, snow flurries gently tapped on my window. My computer's screen saver cast a palette of shifting colors on me. My hands trembled as I held my cell phone; a scrap of notebook paper rested on my unstable leg. Three days—I had allowed three days to pass since the laundry room encounter....
As I discussed in a previous letter, I had accepted the role of being the door prize at the swinger parties held by my step-son John and his wife Christine. I would arrive before the guests did so, and cover myself in whatever little costume they had prepared for me. I was a kitten, a bunny and a puppy on various occasions. And of course was required to wear...
As winters hold on the area eased and an early spring brought forth its warmer days and bountiful blooms and leaves, I transitioned from my inside workouts to an evening bike ride. I much preferred a good hard thirty minute ride down the winding paved trail, with its parallel stream and shrubbery to look at, to riding my stationary bike in the workout room....
Adrian Grody sat watching the night sky in his car. He had just gotten off. He hated his job as a security guard at the mall but someone had to do it. He drove around for the fifteenth time. He wanted to make sure the teens he had seen earlier had left. As he pulled around he saw the sport car still there. One of them had stayed behind it would seem. He took...
Well, it's been a while since I last submitted a story about our sexual encounters with our friend, Rob. Since my last submission, we have had several sessions with our friend and have both genuinely enjoyed having him join us for sex. By far, most of the sexual activity we engage in is still between just Janice and I...One on one...And the sex is always GRE...
(Author's Note: I know parody is protected by Flynt vs. blah, blah, blah, but I've left off the last names of the girls in these continuing stories. These are all "present time" web flames of mine, but can't hold a candle to the Traceys, Tamaras, Victorias, Keishas and Christys of my youth. Maybe I'll do a retro version sometime. The astute porn surfers will...
A Party With Friends Ch. 1 Our Show and Tell Party I see where the kids these days are having "Makeout Parties." Well, it turns out that we had begun that before they did, but ours had a further twist. Mary and I talked over our guest list. There were certain friends that met two qualifications: I had fantasized over the women, and Mary was attracted to t...
Come Thursday evening, Jim dressed in a tight pullover shirt, loose denim jeans, and sandals. Strolling to the door of Karen's apartment, Janet's words ran through his mind again. He knew something was up, and wondered if he would meet her there also. Reaching the door, he paused for a moment hearing soft music coming from within, then opened the door and wa...
She was sitting in the ESU library, with a stack of imposing-looking reference books on the table, and a faint frown on her face as she typed a few notes into an expensive-looking laptop. She wasn't wearing any makeup -- not that her perfect skin actually needed any -- and her hair was pulled severely back from her face and gathered in a single flowing sabl...
Peter didn't hear from Anna directly for several months after the phone call, though he did see her car drive past the boy's school several times while he was waiting for them. Then one day a friend of hers, Janice, stopped him in the street and whisper, "Anna says, 'Hi, and that she misses you," as she dropped a note in his hand. The note simply read: Pet...