"Rally fun with the wife."
My wife and I enjoy attending motorcycle rallies several times a year. She seldom drinks alcohol and is normally pretty conservative however I can talk her into flashing her tits at the rallies once in a while if she has...
"Just the start of a good thing."
I woke up suddenly, aroused by some unknown noise. I looked at my alarm clock. It read 4:28 am. I groggily rubbed a hand across my face and shook out the sleep as I got out of bed. I grabbed...
"How simple mistakes can bring two people so close."
“I hate public transport. I hate shopping, especiallyChristmas shopping. Heck, I HATE CHRISTMAS!” Katie shouted as she exited the bus into pouring rain with bags of Christmas shopping in each hand. “Why did I sell my car? Why? I’m a...
You have the perfect hair color-the color is a hue between magenta and blood red. Your black leather jacket looks great on you. I see you as a very handsome woman. Usually I don’t get turned on by masculine figures,...
"Sorry I haven't written in a while. This is a true story, and there's more to come..."
This was it, the day of my 16th birthday! I was filled with joy, as I made my way to my party at the local roller skating rink. I hadn't booked out the place, instead people were just showing up...
"I wasn't really out to get over it, but I was getting over it."
My fingers wrapped carefully around the long stem of my glass of chilled white wine, I stared into the cool liquid as if it could reveal my future. What I really wanted it to do was hide my past, but...
"When the will is trapped in the state of matrimony, the imagination remains unbound."
We met, so to speak, after each of us had given our order to the barristas behind the counter. We did not really meet in any sense that could be called a meeting of anything other than the mind and...
"A friend gives me some interesting dares via texting and wants pictures as proof!!"
Please excuse the text-speak. I typically hate it's use in stories, but so much of this story is communicated through text that I had no choice but to include it.I was home alone with my wife at work for the day...
"Clattering heels and mourners in a graveyard as our story reaches it's finale."
The Stalker – Epilogue 1 The twin metal shards beneath my heel clatter discordantly down the concrete steps and onto the platform, their normal staccato rhythm off-beat and out of time. Carefully I place one foot the required 6 inches...
That evening… Sarah sighed. She reached for her glass of wine and then snuggled against Daniel’s chest. Daniel put his arm protectively around her. It was the middle of the evening and they were watching a film on TV. Neither...
