When I was in junior high school, I started being bothered by my parents' practice of saving used Kleenexes. I found crumpled tissues everywhere and threw them in the trash. My parents got mad because they thought it was wasting money not to use the tissue up to the last bit of it. Perhaps because I was starting to develop breasts, I was especially troubled...
If you've read "The Birthday Suit Club, The Beginning" you know how this all started. If not, then here is a brief recap. I was severely burned, including my face, as a child which lead to me becoming very reclusive as a teenager. My sister, Gail, decided that I needed to have more social contacts. She caught me trying to overhear her telling a friend of h...
So I wrote her a sexy poem, an amazingly trite accumulation of words and images that more or less congealed into something resembling a complete thought. It was something that usually got balled up in a wad of paper and thrown into the trash with my other failed drafts of a poem. I actually had planned to trash it until, upon discovering that I write poetry,...
There my fuckable, light brown-haired, 23-year-old wife, Charisse, was on her knees in The Royale Theater. She was skimpily dressed like a slatternly tart and sucking a strange cock like the dirty whore she's been since high school where I'd been one of dozens, maybe 100's of boys to dick her. At the theater that Fri. night, meanwhile, another man roughly d...
After the divorce, I was unsure of what to do. I had my high-paying job, but without my family, and specifically without my daughter, I found no pleasure in the job. I had made my money already, and still had plenty left even after the divorce (thank goodness for prenuptial agreements), so I did not need to worry about having enough money to survive. Ever...
This is the fourth chapter of this series, one that continues to put a different, more Sci-Fi spin on the age-old vampire myth. Because it's science fiction there are aliens, good ones and bad ones, and yes, the good ones are here to stand against those who would suppress the more fragile human race, but they don't appear yet, have faith, they'll show up i...
Chapter 1 - Suspicions Isle of Enchantment, Eastward Lighthouse No.1 Five years later... East of Maine, and only accessible via the Biddeford Ferry, a charming little island lovingly nicknamed the "Isle of Enchantment" stood serenely in the middle of the Atlantic. It was given the name by the superstitious residents of Mount Desert Island because they...
I must recall a particularly interesting sexual encounter I had while I was doing office temp work when I was nineteen--eighteen years ago. The gig was random secretarial work for a high-end magazine company that I'll leave unnamed. I was wearing a blue and white pinstripe blouse that hugged my figure well. I wore a tight white skirt that cut off an inch abo...
He still had the patrol car parked outside of the insurance agent's office at night on his mind. He should bring in all the officers, of the squad on duty at the times of the complaints. He had a feeling that since it was a morals issue that would never happen. He could get a general warning about girlfriends and sex on the job issued, but he wanted to targ...
What I've been missing! My name is Heather and I NEED to share with someone how I found out what I've been missing. I don't have any close girlfriends I can talk to about this so the best thing I could do is write it down! I've read a few user-submitted stories so the first thing I guess I need to do is tell you a little about myself. I'm 30 and became a R...