She sat in front of her computer listlessly and mulled things over in her mind. She mentally went over the conversation in her own head, checking for loopholes and hints she might have accidently missed. Having finally come to a decision she opened her laptop and stared for a moment at the black screen then began typing as her white script appeared in the u...
In previous parts to this story, Amy received her birthday present of DJ Qualls and Jason Mewes from Tasha. In this episode, Tasha gets what, or who, she's always wanted. IV. Tasha's Interlude They let her pick the activity for the evening. There was not even a question. She had to get up to Avellea for the races. Tasha was a self-confessed lover of fast...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
A Ms. Neb Story This started out to be a "How To" essay but I ran into trouble almost immediately. Men, and more specifically, how they like their blowjobs, are like snowflakes and fingerprints. They are all different. It was just too daunting to write a one-size-fits-all description of how to please all men orally. I am not qualified for that. However, aft...
I boarded the plane at Boston's Logan airport for the long series of flights to Hawaii. My company had won a contract with a container shipping company and they wanted me in Honolulu as soon as possible to conduct an inventory and audit. I packed lightly knowing that I'd be back in only a week. As an amateur photographer, I was delighted that I'd be able to...
Baseball. Hot dogs. Apple Pie. Mom. We have all heard these little homilies used to describe classic Americana; the things, big and small, that make us what we are. But what about that OTHER quintessential American tradition? No, not sleazy talk shows; SHOPPING! What could be a more red-blooded, all-American tribute than taking to the malls on a whim and a c...
Note to the reader: As with most of my stories, this was written at the request of two real people, Mike and Melanie. This is their fantasy. Please leave a comment. I love to hear from readers and they would love to hear what you think. Thank you. Follow up notes - This story received more comments than any story I have ever written. First, I have made a co...
It was in the evening, almost a week after her infection, when Mother finally came out of her room. I had been out and about all afternoon, buying groceries and other needful things, and got home probably about 7 or so. Right about sunset. A sunburst of pale pink stretched across the sky, and pale stars were already peeking out of a canvas of deep purple. Th...
{About a year ago I posted "Guidelines for Happily Married Hotwives." Here is my advice for the rest of you.} * OK, many of you have heard about "hot wives," married white women who take lovers, generally hunky young black studs. It sounds sexy but a little scary, too. You have lots of questions and uncertainties and many of you have written to my brother,...
I always look forward to our Saturday nights in especially after a long hard week. We'd get the children in bed, each have a shower, dress up a little and have a drink of wine and a fine meal. When Tree had time and was feeling good she'd often put on something that made her look really sexy. The week had been a long one and we were both ready for Saturday...