Part One: The Watcher and Melody He'd been watching me for at least two years. I never knew which one of the 17 apartments in the building across the alley held my delicious admirer, and I sometimes stood in my window before beginning, looking closely at each one, wondering where he was. Who he was. What he looked like. The wondering added to the enticemen...
By now it was completely dark and the full moon was rising, illuminating the mountains and valley to the south in a pale whitish glow. Suddenly, a bright meteor streaked across the night sky, leaving a luminescent tail behind it for a second or so, before burning out. "Did you see that?" Nadine exclaimed. "Quick, make a wish!" I did in fact, make a wish, a...
Idioms and phrases: "He who hesitates is lost" Definition: One who cannot come to a decision will miss the opportunity. Although the idea is much older, one possible source for the English idiom is a misquotation from Joseph Addison's play Cato (1712): "The woman that deliberates is lost. 1. My wife, Linda, had that look. The fire in her eyes was way beyo...
This story has seven chapters. A reader jumping into the middle of this story will find themselves lost and wondering about the plot line and characters -- so please start at the beginning. This story has plenty of erotic situations as well as a dose of philosophy here and there. I posted this as a "Group" story, however, Lit assigned it as a Novel; parts of...
Act Six: Second Helpings Chapter Two: Every Piece of Me "…Well, Dee?" Eurydice was asking, punctuating each word with a surreptitious, molten kiss on the tip of his dick, sparking jolts of afterglow. His hips twitched, trying to turn aside out of instinct, but Eurydice clamped her thighs around his knees and held fast. "Is it time?" Raspberry slathered Dee...
Chapter 1 A realisation The Guardian newspaper was resting on the big oak kitchen table. The table was littered with years of burns and coffee rings telling a tale of a family life gone by. It was quieter now, and the table had fewer stories to tell. The newspaper, however, was open on an article that had been read by all the family that weekend. The educa...
"Have either of you ever been with a black guy?" my friend Jasmine asked. "Well, we all know Hailey hasn't, but I have," Courtney said. I rolled my eyes. "Thanks Courtney." She was always bagging on me for not being as 'free spirited' as her. "Was he big?" Jasmine asked. "Yeah. He was like six-two and played football so, y'know, fit." "No, I mean was he...
[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. Then one night, the babysitter (Samantha) that normally looks after my son had stayed the night to give her father, a widow, the house to himself on his first date sinc...
"Fuck me. Look at that ass. Jesus." That had been Vince's first thought as he got his first good look at Amy's ass. Now, his hands spreading her as she bent over the arm of the couch, her little brown pucker winking in anticipation, he spoke out loud. "Fuck me. Look at that ass." Amy did not responded. She was getting face fucked and trying not to gag. C...
Chapter Two "I hate football." Libby was shivering, even in her oversized matching gold and blue scarf and knit hat and mittens, all with the U of M logo on them. She seemed so small sitting next to him. "You're cold." Henry started taking off his jacket for her, but she stopped him, shaking her head and sliding her body closer, as close as she could, the...