Ankles crossed, back reclining against the trunk of a huge elderly oak, Amos sat nursing his last beer. Eyes scanning out across the water, he was unaware of the small fishing boat trolling along the bank and the small flock of Mallards floating on the greenish-blue glass of the Millpond. Truth was he was psyching himself up for tonight. He knew to do what w...
The envelope definitely stood out from the rest of the mail. It was about seven inches square, very heavy parchment paper, with only an embossed emblem for a return address. "Lisa, does this look familiar to you at all?" David asked as he held the envelope up for her to see. "No, but it's probably just another sweepstakes thing," she said. "Open it and se...
I always viewed Maria as an extremely attractive woman. Not a single man in our workplace would disregard her physically good looks. She also possessed the intelligence that could mesmerize an executive. She graduated with the honor magna cum laude in her college class finishing business management. She would always wear stimulating clothes that you might...
So this thing about my former boyfriend, John, became a recurring theme in our lovemaking. To be honest, we both got off on it. At his instigation, I began telling David all about what I'd gotten up to with John, how we would kiss and fondle each other, how we spent that weekend at his parents' cottage with another couple and I came so close to losing my vir...
Thanksgiving Eve. Staring out at the first few frosty flakes slowly drifting onto the runway, I was lost in reverie considering all of the things for which I had to be thankful. My brain bounced to a movie from more than a quarter of a century ago: Porky's. In this film (whose cast, coincidentally, included a very young Kim Cattrall, later of Sex and the Ci...
It was late August, a Saturday night in the summer of '96; Ray and I were sitting in the parking lot of the Lido Adult Theater off I-35 and Mockingbird in Dallas, TX. I was finishing a cigarette while I slowly circled my index finger around my exposed nipple. There was a mixed bag of cars and trucks surrounding us; Lexus, BMW, F-150, Tahoe; new and old, rich...
This is a short flash story with no sex, just its aftermath. This story is only fiction. That means I made it up. All characters are not real, I made them up also. No words were hurt in the writing of this tale. Practice safe sex and enjoy the story. ***** As the sun came beaming into my bedroom window this morning, I saw my wife getting dressed and ready...
Gina was right, the weather had provided for a rare scorcher on the coast. It was even hotter in the valley, though, so Jim was grateful to get out of town even if Molly hadn't been with him. She told filthy carnal stories about what she and her father did when they were together (leaving out that minor detail of lineage, however), and since Jim didn't want...
The Story of a Woman's Sexual Awakening Chapter One: Sandra's First Adultery It had been a long, hot summer in the English seaside town where we lived and we had both benefited from it health wise; she with her swimming and sun-bathing and having recovered completely from childbirth, her figure looked terrific. Sandra had always been slim and still was but...
Chapter 4: The Obsession "I'll give you a hand job for twenty dollars," said the plain-looking blonde girl. Peter looked down at her from his bar stool. She was short and rather plump, and not particularly attractive, but he had heard about the fabulous hand jobs that she gave here at O'Malley's. She was wearing a tight denim skirt and a pink tube-top, and...