On a Friday afternoon after work I get home to find you showering. You call out to me too pour myself a drink, and get changed because we are going out to eat and have a few drinks with friends to celebrate your promotion. Bedroom I pour both of us a drink and move to the bedroom to change clothes; while I am changing you come into the room wearing a towel...
I was in the USAF in Las Vegas, 19 years old and, while I had done some fooling around and oral, hadn't gone all the way. My roomie and my neighbor and I posted a personals ad just for a crazy laugh advertising ourselves for free sex for women 17 to 45. It was a good laugh and we knew we would never get any calls. Boy were we wrong! My voice mail was full...
This is one the first stories I have ever submitted for public viewing, so any and all comments or feedback would be greatly appreciated. Please send your comments to me at the contact link on my profile. Flaming will be promptly ignored and deleted, so please don't bother. Read and enjoy. * Lucian woke from his sleep, his mind groggy with a couple questio...
One morning, over breakfast, Our Girl announces, "So I heard about this new place." "Oh, yeah?" I respond. "It's a new club down town," she blushes and looks down at her waffles. "I thought maybe we could go and check it out. I hear their rules are... relaxed." "Oh, yeah?" I smirk, and ask "Would you like that?" Our Girl smiles and continues to eat her...
*Note - this is a chapter in the Fiona Files. These stores can be considered semi-autobiographical fiction, or just fiction. In these stories I will talk about Johnny and Fiona. Johnny is always the same person, mostly me. The Fiona Files is Johnny's journey. The character of Fiona is a mash of women, real and imagined. Enjoy. Please let me know if you have...
[Author's Note: This story is written using the narrative technique termed 'stream of consciousness.' The stream of consciousness technique is one of the defining features of twentieth century literature, though it seems rarely used in online erotica. In this approach, the narrator describes not just the character's actions and speech, but broadcasts the var...
Blood: the sacred and the profane This story began several years ago, on the darkest night of the year. On this night, in the unholy trenches of the world – which is most of it -- the dead and the devilish prance the human realm. Believe me, I know them well as I now stand on the boundaries of Death and Life. But that is a malaise I will expand on later in...
There is a knowing that transcends fact; an understanding of soul. Elara mentally divided the class into three groups: believers, nonbelievers, and unbelievers. By her initial assessment, the twenty students fell under the standard bell curve, with eighty percent in the nonbeliever category and the other twenty percent evenly distributed on the extremes. T...
The planet Adliar was a beautiful place. Tall, soaring trees filled most of the planet's land. The trees have large canopies, filled with jewel toned leaves and creatures of many species. Sparkling blue water make up the oceans, seas, and lakes. The blue sky is a clear crystalline color, with few clouds to break the rays of the golden sun. The people of Ad...
The weather had been perfect all week. The forecast for the weekend was for more of the same. It was going to be ideal for a little get together. Mikey was getting the barbecue set up and Dede was setting up the wine and beer. Mikey kept looking over at Dede. In her little blue sundress, she was a goddess. Her auburn hair was pulled back away from her...