I sensed movement before I opened my eyes. Or I think I had been dreaming, and then in my dream there was someone in my room. Something like that, I just knew I wasn't alone anymore. I also knew that I was cold. I think that was what actually woke me up, the breeze from the open window across my skin. Without touching myself, I knew I had gooseflesh, and w...
I was wholly unprepared for the events that transpired that evening. The workday was over. I went home, showered, and called my girlfriend/fuck-buddy, Penny. We had planned to go see a movie, but when I called her to see when she was picking me up, she apologized and confessed that she had other plans. She had forgotten that she'd already promised to go to...
CHAPTER 1: EVE'S WINDOW Monday 1830. Eve closed her chipped and peeling green front door and the hall light came on. I steadied the binoculars on the window sill and focused on her bedroom window. Would this be a night when she drew the curtains straight away or would she have a shower first? This was the problem when I had the house to myself. I couldn't...
This story was inspired by the new gym in the physical fitness building at my college that I currently go to. As you enter the building, you see into the gym because in the wall is a glass window. This is my very first story, so be kind. One evening, not too long ago, I was working out within the fitness center at my university. I'm the only one there, exce...
***Author's Note** Hullo, all! I'm back after a few years hiatus. Please be kind; it's been a while since I've stretched my writing wings. Constructive criticism is of course welcome, as are any comments, just don't be too mean ha. *** I sighed as I walked back into my house; I was hot, sweaty, and exhausted. I had spent a couple of hours working on my gard...
It was late Saturday night and he had just gotten home from a party... The girl he was with refused to put out and his cock was throbbing... the little tease. He stood in front of his bedroom window looking at the house across the yard when a light came on in one of the lower bedrooms... He knew that the lower rooms were the people's two teenage daughter's r...
We had been in San Diego for the week. It was cold in Utah and the San Diego sun and beach sure did the trick. But now we were heading back to Utah. We are Mormon's. We always have been and always will be. But we are sex addicts. We both knew about our addictions way before we were married the Salt Lake Temple. We are each okay with the trials that we've bee...
Darren and Claire's day of punishment was to end in more familiar territory for him, a place where he felt relaxed and had appeared as a kinky bride hundreds of times before. His punishment soon became pleasure as he tells us now: "After three gin and tonics and some discussion with Robert in the bar, we made our way to the bridalwear store. I was amazed at...
The Window Washer --- +++ --- All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen --- +++ --- Edited by Tex Beethoven Melody sighed and pushed herself back from the computer, standing to stretch. The numbers simply weren't making sense, and after staring at the screen for hours without seeing the answers she sought, sh...
Authors note: This story isn't one of my usual ones, either in length or by category. Just a little shorty for some fun. Enjoy! *** It's hard to believe that it's January and the last weekend of bow hunting season. Usually this time of year I'm bundled up against frigid cold, shivering in one of my tree stands. Not today though. It was well into the fortie...