As an author, I have always been interested in fantasies. These fantasies can crop up anywhere, anyplace, anytime. One of my stories emerged from a one-night stand with a man I barely knew, another from an erotic chat session with a man with a deep, dark dominating streak. But the idea for this story emerged from the recesses of my mind during an extremely u...
This is a story told to me by one of my neighbours, an old man called Charley, who told me this tale in the year 2000 during the 55th anniversary of VE day. We were watching the celebrations on his television - we had an open bottle of Glen Morange between us. It was when Queen Elizabeth, along with the Queen Mother and Princess Margaret came out onto the ba...
I woke up, the light of the morning sun warming the fur of my face. The scent of lilac and musk tickled my sensitive nostrils. I stretched out underneath the soft coverlet and hugged my pillow closely, pricking up my ears and listening for sounds of any nearby activity. I caught the faint murmur of voices below me and recognized them as belonging to my two n...
"Mr. McCoy, I just have to start getting higher grades in your class if I'm going to get admitted to any of the best colleges. I'm acing every class but yours and I'd do anything to get straight A's from you too. "Anything? Do you really mean that?" His smile widened as he asked her that and lecherous thoughts swirled through his mind. "Yes, I do. Anythi...
"I'm 18," I replied to the waiter. "Oh, congratulations! No longer a minor, huh? Well, have fun today." "I will." I smiled one of the snottiest smiles I could manage. It worked. The waiter went straight to my parents' orders. One of the problems I always had with empathy was when I knew someone had the hots for me and I didn't return the feeling. I develo...
As I drove up the driveway of my girlfriend's family home I was disappointed to see that her car was not in its usual parking place. Based on the one car present I could see that her mother was at home but her father was not. I had been dating Christine for about 4 months after we had met in a tutorial at University. She was a real sweetie; very pretty, abou...
Chapter 1 Inside Emote "Is this what you really want to do tonight, Jennifer?" the worried male asks his beautiful wife. His face scrunched in concern and his hair ruffled from this vixen playing with his shoulder length black hair. His white button down shirt almost fully unbuttoned. "Of course it is, I love you, Josh, and want to show you how much I ca...
"Gobble Gobble" is Part Six of the sexual story of my life. "Trick or Treat, Daddy?" which was posted on 10/30 was Part Five. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past sins is part of my repentance. All the sorority sisters at that certain institution of higher learning were all packed up to go home for Thanksgiving break. Usually the really bad weather al...
'Forgive me Father for I have sinned,' Margaret said as the Priest opened the little wooden window in the Confession Box. 'How have you offended against our Lord Jesus Christ, my Child,' the Priest said with the routine indifference which comes from hearing hundreds of confessions. Father Morgan was now in his mid-50s, having qualified as a Priest in his...
Jen blinked twice to clear her eyes. 11:59. Why the steady pounding? She drank quite a bit last night, but something didn’t seem quite right. Her head didn’t really hurt that much; where was the noise coming from? Slowly coming out of a sleep induced stupor, Jen realized the pounding wasn’t coming from inside her after all, and she bolted to the door, hastil...