It was the Friday before Christmas vacation started. We had finished all our grades and had submitted them and for once, we were going to stay out of our office during our break. Neither of us was going to a conference or anything so we figured we would play it by ear. If we wanted…
I don’t always sleep well. I wake up at night and sometimes I wake up because I have pain. I’ve been that way all my life. I try hard not to wake my man up on those nights. Sometimes I get out of bed and go read a book or listen to music. Other nights…
“Let’s do something different,” he said. “Different like what?” I asked. “You know, in bed.” I turned to him and he had that glint in his eye. “What did you have in mind?” I asked. The last time we tried something different a bunch of teenagers caught us in flagrante having sex in the park…
Soft slow music was playing, the lights dim and flickering over the mass of people around me. Every movement in the crowd had slowed to match the rhythm, voices were lowered to barely a whisper, and the crazy dancers had subsided to drifting through the club, like a breeze that teased the Mt. Everest peak…
Chapter 1 I really never gave it a lot of thought. I know, maybe I’m just stupid, but I never had a thought about it. Not until one night about two months ago. Well, let me start with who I am. I’m Melissa, um, I guess I shouldn’t mention my last name, and I’m eighteen…
John hadn’t caught her age as things had just moved too fast. She was no teenager, but she couldn’t be more than twenty-five he figured? My god what a body, what a flat stomach and look at her firm tight ass. As her plump raspberry tinged lips enveloped John’s hard cock he groaned again and…
I woke up the next morning on Christmas Eve smelling like cream soap and Rick’s musk. We spent the evening before in the shower trying to clean various forms of sugar, syrup and other stickiness off each other, but there was no hot water heater big enough in the world that could accommodate the kind…
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The day I slept late that July was unforgettable. I had just graduated high school and was gently preparing to go off to college, but mainly that summer I was relaxing – sleeping late and not having many plans. My sister was travelling somewhere in Europe and my parents were both working long days, probably…
My wife and I are in our late forties and have been married for more than twenty years. For the most part our marriage had been extremely solid, but over the last year or so I began to feel very different about it. You can say I was going through a mid-life crisis or something…
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“Give me the usual, Tim,” I said. Tim was the bartender at the local college hangout bar. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. Tim was kind of cute but way too old for me. I estimated him to be in his late twenties. I came to this bar every few months to pick out a college freshmen…
I couldn’t believe that my mother had “volunteered” me to help one of her church friends. I didn’t know the woman well and was just back from a long road trip to a rock concert two states away. I was tired and only wanted to sleep but my mother figured it would be good for…
“Hello?” I shouted, hoping for no reply. I had two other flat mates and there was a rule about bringing men home. To my disappointment, there was a “hello” thrown back to me. “We’re in the lounge” a voice popped up from around the corner. “Right, I’m off to bed, I’ve got a headache from…
A flip of a switch filled the yard with colored lights. Regina smiled while watching the spruce trees lining the sidewalk appear to spin. She didn’t care that chasing lights were out of style – she liked them. Curtain lights, icicle lights, LEDs… The trend changed every year anyway. Turning around, she sighed. It was…
Dear Diary, this is more of the story about me and mister David. He is this older white guy who lives about a block away in my apartment complex, where I live with my momma. I’m seventeen and seriously black, and here in Alabama, a black girl isn’t supposed to get the hots for a…
“What the fuck?” she cursed under her breath as she looked at the clock. The clock showed it was 11:45 pm, and the persistent ringing at her doorbell wouldn’t stop. She got out of bed, threw her silk robe on over her teddy and stomped angrily to the front door of the flat. When she…