A Reluctant Fantasy
"What's real and what's not?"
This story is about one night with a girl I was seeing for a short time a year after I graduated high school. Most of this story is real. I'll let you figure out which is real and what is...
My Morning E-mail to You
"I dream of holding your attention."
Hell, it's only 7:22. I was talking to you on web cam till 4 in the morning and yet, I am up already. I could hardly sleep...Partly because my back's gotten badly sunburned on the beach yesterday, but also because you...
The Storm Concludes
"Quinn realized what he wants."
Quinn could not accept what he was seeing. First, his best friend knocks the piss of him. Then, he drags him here to watch him fuck around with his girlfriend. It was true that he had left her, but it...
My First Encounter With A Vampire
"I have a run in with a vampire."
I still remember how it all happened. It was one ofthe moments I will always remember for the rest of my life, nothing could take this memory away. I still remember every single detail as if it was still fresh...
Turning the corner into my large bedroom I could barely contain the laugh attempting to force it's way through my throat. The reason for the massive chuckle building in the confines of my gut was my girlfriend standing just a...
Force or Love? (3)
"Chapter Three - A thoughtful day and a restless mind."
Becky entered her room, a completely confused person. She couldn’t make out how she felt. Just yesterday night she had felt the worst ever. She had broken up with her two-timing fucker of a boyfriend. She had come here to...
Uscale Down – Chpt 2: My Husband Tells Me…
"One week after giving head to her neighbor during a party, our heroine is confronted by his wife."
“My husband tells me you give a delicious blowjob,” said Mary.I suddenly reversed the sip of wine I was taking back into the glass. “What?”“Actually I believe ‘tenacious’ was the word he used,” she said, “Tenacious AND delicious.”I sat stunned....
Loving Carol, Part I: The Beginning
"A true story; in some ways, the only story I really have to tell."
They met in early September, on their first day in college. The year was 1968. Her name was Carol, and his name was Charlie. Charlie had always been shy with girls; he had hardly dated before college. He was still...
Loving Carol, Part III; Peace
"The end, and beyond."
Charlie and Carol spoke the next day, as promised; and four more times that week. They were, both of them, so filled with joy and love, so warmed by deep friendship and mutual trust, they could scarcely find the words...