Professor Amy N. Lowman, Ph.D., closed the door to her art studio a little louder than I was used to. And being all worked up tonight, the slamming door didn't help my nerves. It was exam night. But in an art class, a final would constitute a painting, and with my nerves, I knew I'd have to calm down in order to get an A. Of course, it didn't help that thi...
Mandy listened intently to the sounds around her. There was a dull blowing...maybe a fan or an air conditioner, she thought. Ah yes...the hotel. She almost forgot where she was. It had been a very long night. The waiting, the wanting...and definitely the pleasing had clearly taken a toll on her. Her eyes fluttered open as she attempted to raise her hands a...
When the key turned into the lock and I heard the door open, I groaned. Had I forgotten to put up the Do not disturb-sign last night? The wine of last night's party still pulsated in my head, as a continuous tide the headache waved over me and retreated. When she opened the curtains of the hotel room with a sudden pull, sunlight poured into the room and...
We were in the Sawtooths, where the mountains are lovely and the people are scarce. I'm glad you knew the route, because it was not well marked. You set a pretty fierce pace; I'm not used to mountain biking, I normally ride on pavement, but we were ahead of our schedule. We had completed 20 miles of a 35 mile loop, and it was just about noon. We were dusty a...
It took me years to accept the fact I was gay. I had been attracted to males in high school but never allowed myself to believe I could really be gay. I had been a star pitcher on my high school baseball team. A jock couldn't be gay. I had a very stereotypical view on what a gay man was: flamboyant, non-athletic, very feminine physique. I'm 6'0, with buzzed...
Victoria fixed her hair in the mirror. She straightened her dress and gave herself one last look before turning and leaving her room, closing the door quietly behind her. She looked around the empty halls. She was really enjoying the alone and quiet time. Ugh. Why did this have to happen today? she thought as she wandered aimlessly along. "No Desmond....
It will work. It will work. It will work. It's got to work! Maribeth Sullivan kept mentally chanting her mantra as her knitting needles clicked together, weaving the basic stockinette pattern that would become Adam's scarf. Blocks of bright colors stretched across her lap, then dropped to the floor, just resting on the tops of her feet. Just a bit more and...
It was a dark and cold Halloween night and Lydia was walking in an alley outside of her apartment. She was your typical Goth with the white pale skin, black lipstick, and dark mascara. She wore a low-cut black sheer shirt with a red bra underneath that cupped her perky C-cup breasts, and black skinny jeans hugging her every curve. A 21-year-old senior in col...
At the time, it didn't seem like much to me at all; but in retrospect, I believe that it was Traci's awakening as an exhibitionist. Traci remained astride me, and the noise of our panting was all that I could hear as we rested in the afterglow of a frantic, teenage lovemaking session in the front of my rather elderly 1978 Buick Skylark. As I held her close...
Mother and daughter shared an apartment in my building. Mother was an English teacher, and the daughter was a nurse. Mother was a tall and slender blonde who carried herself well. Daughter Sharon had hair that was a fiery red. She was what would be called "ample figured," not fat but maybe a few pounds heavier than she should be. Her boobs, however, were inc...