This was a short event in my life, but very memorable never-the-less. It revolved around my then girlfriend's mom, which - I hear all the cries - is not an advisable choice for a quick conquest normally. However, this one just happened, and I had too much fun to even consider thinking badly of myself or my actions. Anyway, this was not the reason for our bre...
Marie awoke slowly Monday morning, thankful that the dreams had at least not come again that weekend. She was a natural artist and usually spent her weekends dabbling in various mediums but her heart was too troubled to succeed at any attempt she made. Every painting, drawing, and sculpture held some element of the dreams that plagued her and only served to...
I was finally returning home, after being in Iraq for 9 months. All things being equal, I considered myself lucky, luckier than some, at least. I was still in one piece, and I, luckily, did not have to see much action where I was stationed. The funny thing, I wasn't that nervous when I was over there. I trusted in myself and my fellow soldiers. And yet, ni...
Lori's son lay in her arms, drinking his formula from the bottle she held. As she watched her son, her mind wandered back to the events that compelled her to leave home: ********** She'd arrived home from one of her "dates" with Mike, an experience that had been one more in a series of humiliating experiences Mike exposed her to. After changing into her pa...
The weekend seemed to pass rather quickly. Tonya spent Friday night with her dad in his swanky, uptown apartment. It was a far cry from the modest home he had shared with her and her mother. But, she was happy if her father was happy. Afterwards, she came home and spent the remainder of the weekend listening to her mother bitch and moan about how no good her...
I write this history as an outlet for my frustrations. When you aren't getting enough sex it's hard to think of anything else, and for me thinking about sex is thinking about my past experiences. For this reason, the episodes I write about are in no real order- whatever scene haunts me at the time is what gets written. I will do my best to keep some sense of...
It was always northwards they travelled, putting endless days between Juniper and her family members. The chains around her wrists were made of the finest silver, and judging by the delicate patterns of leaves around the key holes, she guessed they were more for display then to actually prevent her escape. The four guards constantly flanking her would see to...
Author's Note: This is not a stroke story, so I'm sorry if that's what you expect. Later in the narrative I will have sexual activity, but non-consent is something that disgusts me, so I refuse to write about it. Also, this isn't intended to be historically accurate in anyway, but it is set in Ancient Egypt before the North and South joined. Otherwise, I hop...
1. Finally, she thought, as she pulled into her driveway. Putting the car in park, Hollie got out of the car and unlocked her apartment. Her roommates were out of town for the week, so she had the place to herself. She had had such a long day at work that all she wanted to do was to take off her clothes and soak in the bath tub until all of the tension was...
Listening to some great classic rock on a station out of Seattle, Don Kitchens saw the sign for Sequim National Park, just 3 miles ahead. He sang out loud and proud, doing his best effort to blend with CCR. Smiling huge, he drove on. He reminded himself that it had been over a year since he had taken some time just for himself. Being a stay-at-home father wa...