Theirs was a simple love story. She liked it simple. They laughed, they loved one another; afterwards she would simply go. She had her own life, separate from him. She liked it that way. Richard was her lover, not her boyfriend. His house was near the beach; large and well lit with plenty of room, lots of open floor space. Very Bauhaus. The architect had l...
When Caroline first told me about the Club it sounded like the last place I wanted to go. Married with three children and a regular helper at church jumble sales, you'd think she'd find a tacky Chippendales-style act outrageously obscene, let alone the antics she had described to me. How wrong I was. She told me she'd been there twice, once with a hen party...
Hi, my name is Jennifer and this is another one of my ongoing series of stories about my various adventures a young wild woman. For those who haven't ever read one of my stories, I'll fill you in a little background. For those who have read previous stories, just skip these next couple of paragraphs, you've probably heard it all before. I live in California...
I've been working down on the south side of Corpus, for about a year and a half. I was going all the way to the east side of town to have a beer. It had taken me several months to find a bar that I felt safe and welcome in. One problem was the distance and the cops and the other was that I wanted to practice my darts but no one wanted to play. The only time...
“Psst. Over here.” Judy said to get the girl’s attention. “Who’s there?” Wendy Wilson said back in a loud whisper. It was dark. Wendy had heard a noise by the woodpile and approached it tentatively. “Who are you? What do you want?” Wendy asked. “Come here. Come closer.” Judy pleaded. “Come out where I can see you.” Wendy demanded. “I can’t.” “Why not?...
Chapter One The Airport's International Departures area was extremely busy as the stretched limousine was directed into the "First Class Departures" drop off area. Kevin the chauffeur switched off the engine and raced around to open the door for Richard Maguire and then collect his expensive leather suitcases from the luggage compartment of the car. He load...
Dear reader, this is an interracial story with a lesbian section too. A nasty man loses big time. * I was having the time of my life, I had been battered most of the night, and been told that after a good rest I would be getting some more. And, he had told me I wouldn't be going home any time soon. My husband thought I was being held against my will. We...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Signore Calcio for his story suggestion and editing to make this a better story. John Kettering was disappointed and puzzled. Maybe most of all, he was frustrated. Being the head fo...
Sometimes the most personal journeys of one's life begin in the unlikeliest of places. Mine began while lying on a tropical beach on the other side of the world. My friend Steph and I, having just graduated college, were vacationing at a spa in the French Polynesia, surrounded by scenery like nothing I had ever seen outside of picture postcards. The white sa...
Perhaps I should explain how we first started. This is entirely true just as it happened. The first time can be truly memorable. Due to our work situation, my wife and I were unable to take an official honeymoon. We were able to take a week off when we were married, but then it was back to the grind. There was never enough time for us to take two or four w...