She woke up and he was gone. This wasn’t so unusual in itself; he got up for work relatively early. What WAS unusual was that he hadn’t woken her up for a quick kiss goodbye. Besides, she mused, it was Sunday… he should be still in bed. She was about to get up and put
I was about 34 years of age when I was working the night shift about 20 miles out of town. Anyways during the time, I was at work, a very powerful storm hit my end of town, leaving the road I live on flooded by the river, and as I result,I had nowhere to go.So
Slowly you walk towards the house. You don’t see any lights on and let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he went to bed and won’t know that you were out later then you were supposed to be. Gently the door opens and inside you creep, your heels in one hand and your purse in
“Bull shit,” I called Ralph out. He was usually full of shit. If ten percent of what came out of his mouth was the truth that was a very good day. “Seriously,” he said, more animated than usual. “You’re telling me that you got a blow job at lunch time at the adult store?” I
Her name was Deena and she’s about thirty years. She’s a little chubby, not much but I find her “FUCKING SEXY!” Why? Because when she cut my hair, she rubbed her body against mine, which caused my cock to stir. When she shampooed my hair, she’s rubbing her thighs against my shoulder. When I’m in
“Fuck! It’s 6 o’clock,” I said looking at my watch, to no in particular. “You got anything to eat man? It feels like I haven’t eaten anything for ages,” I asked one of my final year project group partner. “Nahh man,” replied the one whose room we had ‘hijacked’ for near about whole last year,
We sat out on the balcony looking at the people walking by on the sidewalk below. I was smoking a cigarette and lying in my lawn chair. “Anything else you need?” the little munchkin said sit- ting across from me, buttoning up his little pants. “Ummm…a real boyfriend?” I said sort of jokingly. “You big
My Friends Pregnant Wife * (a woman’s husband finds her unattractive when she’s pregnant but a good friend of his thinks entirely differently.) Rachael struggled to get up off the couch. “Let me get that for you,” Jason said as he jumped up quickly. “Don’t be silly,” Rachael laughed. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean
At sixteen, I was ashamed to admit I was a virgin. Like most teenage males, I put up a macho front. When I was with my best friend Chuck, we would swap stories of our “past sexual experiences.” “Yeah, she wanted me to join the ski club, so we could make love in a snowmobile.”
Wendy waited impatiently for the movie to start. It was already fifteen minutes past midnight and the girl’s foul mood was obvious even to the popcorn boy. Her date for the evening had stood her up, none of her friends were around, and the only resort for entertain- ment was a lonely midnight movie. Sighing,
Kristen thought to herself as she crept down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and Kristen, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie kept fighting the urge to peek. Images of being caught peeking in flashed into her mind, the outrage
“I hereby give myself over to chronic masturba- tion,” I announced to myself. My words were chopped up in the ceiling fan and then fell dead in the silent flat. Traveling alone to Cairns, Australia was excit- ing in one way. I mean there is the barrier reef and islands and topless beaches. But in
It was Saturday and it was beautiful. I walked to the river to check my trot line. I had the line stretched across and all I had to do was pull up on it and if there was a fish, I would swim out and retrieve it-there were none this morning. I strolled on down
I have known Dana for a number of years and never really gave our relationship much thought. We have been good friends, but I never really thought of her sexual- ly. Possibly because she had never expressed an overt interest in me, and possibly because I’m white and she’s black. I always thought she was
I looked out into the early Saturday morning light as my taxi took me the short distance from Peter’s house where I had spent the night to his office. I thought over the events of the previous evening and night (for the story see ‘Peter and Louise’). They had proved an extremely rewarding young couple