Six months ago, I was a different person. That's about when it started; the day I met Bill and Amy. I was a sexually frustrated, twenty-five year old, single Christian. I had a deep, sexual crush on an eighteen-year-old girl in my church. I was profoundly sorry for, and repentant of, my handful of sexual experiences, yet I masturbated daily. I often felt gui...
Carol was topless, wearing only yellow and red checked panties. Touché, Monica said to herself, her panties were to die for. The no-bra look was Carol's doing, and it worked. She owned the look, mainly because of her confidence and self-assuredness, and it was made even more auspicious by having gone against the Donkey grain, which was a clothed woman. The s...
This story is about two ordinary people who are struggling to save a marriage and their family. Life is what you make of it, and they are doing the best they can. If you can't accept forgiveness and redemption, you won't like it. Copyright, Chilleywilley, January, 2012. Noone has the right to publish this story elsewhere * My family is an ordinary one, l...
College Sweethearts "WHAT?!?! You have got to be fucking playing me here! Take your snooty ass outside before I make you eat that damn polo you favor so much!" exclaimed third year forensic student Taylen Andrews. She was medium height, around five foot six and had brown hair flowing down to her mid back. She had a very tall angry looking man backed into a...
Chapter 9 Spring Break Dawson was sitting at her desk in her room surrounded by books and papers. She felt like she was drowning in homework, barely able to keep afloat. She knew that she was sitting at a fail for a couple of her classes but she didn't seem to be able to do anything about it. At least the spring break was coming up and she could have a wee...
Ren heard the door of the caravan shut and light footsteps move through the van towards him. "Damn! Doesn't 'Tanaya realise I just want to be left alone?" Ren wondered angrily. Reluctantly he turned his head to look at the intruder into his small cramped corner of the caravan. He was shocked and surprised to see Janey standing there. He felt his desire ret...
The lunch was exquisite, and his waitress even more so. 'Liz Brannigan,' her name tag read. Derek Talbot watched her through hooded eyes as he finished his steak salad. She was petite and slender, barely five feet tall, with a slim waist and narrow hips. Her figure was almost boyish, which he found quite stimulating. Her breasts were nicely sized, and roun...
Chapter 11 Neighborhood Bank The subterranean basement of Neighborhood Bank, three floors below ground level, where the armored car drivers took the freight elevator down to deposit monies received from the Federal Reserve Bank, served as a bomb shelter during both World Wars. The employees, who worked with piped in music and filtered air, believed that Hor...
This story is non-erotic. There is no sex in it, not even a mention. It's a story about a man who got a kick in the teeth from life. How he reacted to that, and a path that he found back. The big C is a real bitch, and some of us have had to find a way to put things back together. Or to deal with the loss of our loved ones. In a way this is a story for all t...
My college girlfriend went to school about 90 minutes away from my school, so we would often go weeks in between seeing each other, but that meant our trips were often very sexually charged. My hands would roam all over her body the second we greeted each other with a hug and a kiss. Often we would be naked within minutes and wouldn't pause for food or telev...