It's been a while since my last contribution, I know. This is an "almost true" version of my first time. It is erotic just to be writing it down for you to read. I hope you like it and let me know, by your vote or your feedback, what you think. - Jenny * Growing up on a ranch has not been easy. Sure, there is the hard work – long days on horseback,...
The Second Picture I reached into the box before me and my memories and brought out another photo. This one sent a twinge to my cock and I felt myself being swiftly aroused. It was you standing before a wooden door that was pierced by a clear glass window and you stood before it dressed only in a towel. My mind drifted to that time and I touched my growing...
She clambered out of the shower, drying her hair and wrapped her green towel around her body. Her wet warm feet, still pink from the hot water, padded across the floor. She opened the door and turned the corner into her dorm room. And there sitting in the illicit candle light, on her desk chair, right where no one expected her, was a pair of legs. And on tho...
Gertrude Auslander was not ordinarily shy, but now, in the United States at the gym, she was feeling out of place. She and a couple friends had just come in for an evening workout and steam: the usual light weights and half an hour on the treadmill or elliptical trainer was Trudi's plan. The workout went fine, good music on the stereo contributed to a good h...
The full quote by Mark Twain is - "Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't." I was a married man and fortunate enough to retire at age fifty-three. Unfortunately, I became a widower at age fifty-five. Both my wife and I were healthy and although we had sufficient funds for her to retire as...
Keeping tight hold of the bottle of red wine, I rest the bunch of flowers in the crook of my arm and press the gloved tip of my finger against the bell marked 'Dieter & Gabriele Hausmann'. I lean close to the speaker, my breath misting up the metal as I wait for a reply. Even in the entrance hall it is bitterly cold. The speaker crackles into life. 'Frau H...
"I like your car! It would suit me," I said, as I got out of mine. She was surprised I said something and I could see her thinking. "Thank you," she said, still making her assessment. Ours were the only two cars in the parking lot. "It seems to have plenty of room. Be good to go camping in." "Yes, it is," she said, not quite committed to talking. She look...
I awake to the sound of my wife Susan stepping out of the shower and opening the door of the bathroom a crack to allow the steam to escape and the mirror to clear. I lie in bed as the dim morning light filters through the blinds, and from the bed, I can just glimpse her in front of the bright lights and mirror where she is getting ready for work. Her blonde,...
At the usual time, the two girls started out from their leafy suburb in Rachel's car. They were sisters, Rachel and Esther, on their way to college together. They had not gone more than a couple of blocks before they stopped at some traffic lights. That was when the unmarked van drew up alongside. Two masked men got out, bodily lifted the girls from their se...
This story was written collaboratively with Goodeater, and I want to thank him for challenging me to step outside of what I normally write. I'm looking forward to working on the second chapter (and maybe more) with him. Enjoy! ____________ He seemed to be a very nice young man. He had moved into my spare rooms downstairs just last week. It was unfortunate...