I don't love night clubs, but I don't hate them either. Yes, they are dark, loud, and crowded. Yes, it takes forever to get in sometimes, and the drinks are overpriced, and sometimes the music is bad. But if you can get past all that, clubs can still be fun: they give you a chance to spend some time with your friends and to get a bit more drunk than you shou...
Hi, please note that this is a fictional story but the plot itself involves characters over the age of 18 years even though I refer to them as boys in the story for more emphasis. Please enjoy... *** Sumaya leans against the backyard wall of her parents house. She's eavesdropping on a conversation between a group of college boys on the other side of the fe...
" " ‘ ' The healer stood beside the narrow bed. Crissa rested soundly, her wounds mostly healed. Peris smiled happily at the soft-spoken healer as he turned toward her. "She will be fine, but needs a day or two bed rest," he said. He face then shifted to a rather sardonic expression. "It's good that you forewarned me that her wounds might seem as if earned i...
Zach Pedigo was beyond exhausted. Yesterday was easy spraying indoor insulation only half a day, today not so much. Not to mention his ordeal with the Little Person. After siding an entire mobile home throughout the day he just wanted to relax. Unlocking his apartment door he literally used his foot to prod it open. Turning the knob was even painful, havin...
She'd always been a pretty girl; has been used to men looking at her since she was 13 and her breasts began to grow. Her breasts are obvious – impossible to ignore – large for her slim frame, and firm with it. They're the first thing people notice about her, and since she has always been a sensual person, enjoying her body; the pleasure it can give and rece...
Authors Notes and Disclaimer: This is my one of my latest stories. This particular story does not have a lot of sex in it. I've concentrated on character development. There are many negative comments on stories in the "Loving Wives" category. Other authors have told me posting in this category is not for the faint of heart. So be it. However, if you read...
"You can never tell anyone about this, promise?" "Yeah man, I know!" "I'm serious, dude, not a soul. I am so ashamed and it's seriously been killing me for two weeks." "Okay, just tell me, I promise I will never say anything to anyone, ever." "The reason Rachel and I broke up is because I couldn't perform." "Perform what?" "Perform... sexually?" "Like...
It began as a misunderstanding. I realised there had been a mistake as soon as I answered the front door on the first evening she came. "Have I come to the correct address?" She asked, looking at the piece of paper on which the officer at the student residence office had written my details. I could smell the sweet scent of the fruity gum she was chewing....
The City Of Angels, Spring 2008 (Note: Part 5 ran seven pages, which was longer than I like. Part 6 is longer, so I have subdivided it.) For this section: Chapter 47 includes sex. This is a work of fiction. However, the record supports the historical references below (Mongols, Mandela). ***** Chapter 47. Trap For Lawyers. When my alarm went off Monday...
My first love was a year older than me, and that relationship defined the man I was to become. Though more years have gone by than I care to admit, just thinking about her takes me back to those heady days before life's realities completely catch hold. Back to my mid 20s, with the body of an athlete and that naive way of looking for possibilities and dreamin...