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Looking for Sex in outdoor places a cautionary tale

What a fucking fantastic fuck! Making love outdoors was even better than Angie had imagined. Sitting astride her lover, feeling the sun and wind on her flushed, tingling skin was such a turn-on. Everything around them seemed so peaceful and sexy. The sounds of nature were accompanied by the rhythmic slurping of her lover’s thick shaft moving inside her wet, and, oh so happy, pussy.The more she thought about the scene, the hotter she got. This would be an outdoor orgasm for the ages.Then...

Bi Bi Miss American Pi

Samantha Bigby was arguably the most popular teacher in the high school. She was cute, young, full-breasted, and funny, but what made her especially attractive was her accent. She was a Brit. Originally, anyway, and very recently landed from the UK. She had just married an American serviceman who had brought her back to what her dad jokingly referred to as the colonies–Virginia, no less–and there she was when our story took place. She had never been to America before her marriage, so she found...

Amanda Likes Japanese Girls Part 4

by Vincent "Look. You made the school newspaper," Amanda showed Hina the sports page as they sat next to each other on a bus heading up I-39. They were going to spend Memorial Day weekend at Amanda's family's dairy farm near Dakota. The headline said, "Cute coed brings luck to Badgers softball team." The full color picture showed Hina blowing a kiss to Emily in the on deck circle. "I think I can even see your red panties." "Oh, no you can't. Let me see." Hina grabbed the...

Management Mentoring

I was in London for the Board Meeting. Every six months we hired a room in an hotel and had a day discussing everything from finance to manufacturing. I was head of R&D, a qualified mechanical engineer. The company made bicycles, quad bikes, ride-on mowers; pretty much anything that had wheels but was not a road vehicle, a car or a van or a truck.We had a good lunch before the afternoon session and a few drinks after it finished at five. Mike Lambert, CEO took me aside.“Manufacturing’s a mess,...

The Dog Days of Summer 2

I want to thank my friend and editor Jim for everything he’s done for me and for sticking by me as I wrote this. - - - - “Can't we at least talk about this?” I continued to look into the mirror and scrub the makeup off my face with a thick terry cloth washcloth. I also made a point to shoot my husband a disgusted look. We HAD been talking about it, for the last two hours, and he wouldn't let it go. He continued. "I saw some really fucked-up shit this morning and it's been messing...

Out of the Past

I am an old man whose eyes have seen much. As with many of us who reach their sixty-fifth year, I live in the past, in ways that perhaps you cannot imagine. This is my story. If ever there was a man who went through life nostalgic for a place that he has never called home, it was I. Having grown up in California, I eventually become an executive at Bio-Rad, a company that markets research equipment. But my heart lay elsewhere. My grandmother Vera, who lived in Merced, was the one who set me...

Let Battle Commence

I am not by nature a confrontational soul, indeed show me a conflict and generally by the time you have turned your head back to say to me, ‘see that conflict?’ you will be faced with an empty space where previously I stood. Alright, maybe I exaggerate a tad, if Master is there I will have moved behind him and be peering around his shoulder with a determined look of ‘let them try and get past Master!’ I guess it all relates to my stormy upbringing, Master knows my father now, not the father...

Protected By Lentz Trucking

While driving for an outfit in New York called Lioness Limousine, I had a customer who was both delightful and exasperating at the same time. Holly Sykes was a thirty-seven-year-old divorcée who started asking for my services every Sunday in the late spring of 1976. For the first two sessions she decided to mix kinky BDSM activities with various sexual acts - in the car. On the first outing, she took me to the back seat where she paddled me with a hairbrush on my trousers and then on my bare...

En France Sur La Plage

In everything I recounted, there were clues.This was Elodie’s idea; a shock, I never sought this. A droll sense of irony; I came to Paris for a fresh start. I drove from Sainte Maxime to this beach and confronted history.Old recollections niggled and gnawed, they itched like needles under the skin. A ghost haunted my thoughts, Anne-Pierre, and I could not exorcise her. Memories rolled in like the waves and their halcyon sentiments of nostalgia. My devil-may-care attitude, it snapped and...

W Is For Watchers Woods

"Almost a year." "In a few weeks."Who would have thought--""I did, Honey," Jacob interjected. "I hoped. These eleven months together have been wonderful."My brown eyes locked in on his. "Loving you is awesome." In the depth of our town's forest, I looked at the nearby banyan tree. "That's where we had our first kiss.""That's why I selected this spot for our picnic." On our patchwork quilt, Jacob unpacked the lunch he had prepared for us. “Who else plans ahead to take a Tuesday...

Ryan and the Red Heads

Ryan and the Red Heads (Chapter one) I got home to learn that we are getting a visitor, a visitor that will be with us for two months over the summer taking in the big city sights with my wife as her tour guide; museums, galleries, plays; in the evenings we’ll be visiting a variety of restaurants so she can sample the exotic cuisines of the world available here, all of the highlights of big city life. My wife, Suzette has a twin sister Annette, identical twin, her fourteen year old...

The Caning at the Cafe du Concorde

On the face of it, to any casual or uninformed observer, the Cafe du Concorde may have appeared an unlikely location to act as a setting for the public disgrace and punishment of Yvette Marie-Louise Renard. The cafe in its snug location on the eponymous main square of the idyllic little village of Pont du Rochelles showed nothing at first glance to suggest that it was anything else other than the sort of pleasant and friendly little rural establishment whose twin could be found in any village...

A Most Fortuitous Event

My sister’s houseboat on Lake Mead was a ninety-minute drive, through Vegas traffic from my job on the strip. Finally getting away for a well-earned vacation, the marina was far out where the sky blazed with stars, the spiral arms of the Milky Way spun overhead.The lake air was always a bit cooler and driving a quiet road with the top down in my tired old convertible was still a thrill. I was looking for a bar, a cold beer and a baseball game on TV. There were quite a few bars in Boulder City,...

Seduction Noble a Tale of a Nympho Noble

Introduction D ead center of the Black Forest, Wilhelm sits in the shade of an ancient pine. He gazes out in awe of such beauty. The wind blows through in the form of a gentle breeze, the sky is the most vivid shade of blue, scattered with seemingly wafer thin clouds. The small mountains covered in lush green grass and thick patches of pine and birch trees, a mass of green. It can only be described as bucolic bliss. He’s dressed in a black cloak which flaps in the wind, his long blonde...

Derby Line Marriage Ch 18

Benjamin drove a rented car to the suburban address that Francis had given her. Kahnawake, Quebec was on the south side of the St. Lawrence River. Row upon row of posh houses with grand lawns created a bucolic setting. This town reminds me of Stepford, Connecticut. I wonder who does the programming here. Benjamin parked on the street in front of the address. A woman was weeding in the garden next door. Benjamin stood by the car watching. A portly man emerged from the house that the garden...

Derby Line Marriage Ch 02

Francis stroked Patrick’s hand as he pushed the shopping cart by her side. With prices so much lower across the bridge, it made sense to pick up some items on their house hunting trip. Francis picked up a box of extra large condoms and put them in the cart with a wink. ‘Thanks for the complement,’ Patrick responded, ‘but we won’t be needing those until after you deliver.’ Patrick sighed to himself. -When we started trying in May it seemed so simple, – Patrick thought. – Three months later, it...

Deep Secret Ch 11 Storm

We drove in silence until the hill for the bridge across the bay. The sunny morning had begun to turn to a nasty gray, every four or five seconds the silence was interrupted by the intermittent wipers. It wasn’t looking good for a bit of bucolic bundle-up-by-the-boats brunch. My thoughts returned to Mrs. Milford. I wondered if she would be shocked to know what Simone had been savoring in her lovely mouth as she waved to us. Nah, I thought. Everyone was young once. Each of us also thinks he...

Becoming the Man He was Meant to Be Pt 01

Author’s Introduction. This is the first book in the chronicles of the life and loves of Anthony Madison. This is my first attempt at crafting a multivolume novel and I hope that I will somehow find the time to complete these chronicles with additional books. However, I believe this book stands alone as a complete story even though there will be a few lingering questions to entice the reader to anticipate future volumes. All sexual scenes depicted are between consenting adults at least 18...

Horner Springs Retirees 01

Horner Springs Retirees #1 Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread ‘The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A’ thread started by litfan10 in the Authors’ Hangout forum. Authors who add to this town will pay at least lip service to the other Author’s creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to advance or reduce a character, depending upon how you, the readers respond. Tell me what you think. JackLuis ...

The Company Retreat

All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** Shit smell. The worst. A rotting brown outhouse in a deep shade glen. A man stepped out just as a young woman approached. ‘Jesus John! What the fuck! Oh my God!’ she said, turning her head away from the ungodly odor, her body nearly dry-heaving at the insult. ‘Whiskey and hotdogs,’ he said. ‘Sorry.’ ‘Are you shittin’ me?’ she said. ‘Good one!’ John said as he flip-flopped away across the damp pine needles. The...

Storms Never Last Ch 01

Author’s Note: This is my seventh semi-annual ‘invitational.’ The initial one was based on the Statler Brother’s song, ‘This Bed of Rose’s.’ The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, such as ‘Stormy Weather, ‘Foggy Mountain Top,’ ‘Dusty Skies’, ‘Heat Wave’, ‘Summertime Blues,’ and ‘Ballad of Thunder Road.’ For this story I’ve chosen, ‘Storms Never Last.’ This...

Prodigal Daughter

Orange moon above the hills behind the town, icicles decorating every tree and garden lattice, miniature snowdrifts in the ornate pathway down the hill from the Morrisons’ house to the guest cottage where Maura had lately been banished, a dazzling cold white afterglow on every surface in the December night, the stray snowflakes dotting her coat and her hair, the bustle of the impending Christmas party in the house behind her but not a soul in sight ahead…Maura was chilled to the bone, but she...

Ryan and the Red Heads

Introduction: Ryan builds a harem, Red Headed twins and his 14 year old niece Just a word before you start, its long, ninety pages. You may want to take a chapter at a time. Ryan and the Red Heads (Chapter one) I got home to learn that we are getting a visitor, a visitor that will be with us for two months over the summer taking in the big city sights with my wife as her tour guide, museums, galleries, plays, in the evenings well be visiting a variety of restaurants so she can sample the...

But a Big Dream Chapter 2

She lay on the bed for a few moments, trying to decide on the mise en scène. The responsibility here was immense. So windows cracked, rear door open, the incomparable tropical breeze. Thirty-second shower, gelid, enough for four efficient soap strokes. Pubic hair proofreading: two flicks of the razor reinforced the champagne glass phase she was currently going through. Makeup retouched, a smoky effect around the eyes, no time to do anything with her hair besides run her fingers through it. As...

The Reverend Tobias Whitmore was perplexed.Not that this was a particularly unusual state of affairs for him, he mused, as his relatively short life seemed to be lived in a condition of relative confusion.As the third son of a minor branch of a noble family with pretensions to faded gentility, he was always destined for the church from birth. This had nothing to do with his character, merely the state of his family’s finances. Bluntly, there was no money to afford any of the sons the leisurely...

Mieko A Catalogue

The Great Kings of Persia“A phrase keeps going through my mind: The Great Kings of Persia.”“What is it? Is it a story? A poem?”“It’s nothing,” she said. “Nothing at all. Just a phrase. A title.”“Storm drift. Something. It could be something,” said Dash. “That’s how ideas work. That’s how inspiration works, right? Something out of the blue. Unconnected, arbitrary. Unrooted.”“I get it,” she said.“Serendipitous.”“I said, I get it,” she whispered. Her head lay on his chest. From there she could see...

Fucking With Humans

Human sex is a joke all across the Universe. For all other advanced species, sexual reproduction was carried out sensibly—outside the body, in a secure location, with the aim of birthing hundreds to thousands of offspring at a time. But many Earth fauna had evolved to need to fuck, to directly couple and begin gestation inside one animal or the other, an arrangement so ludicrous and absurd that scientists still have not determined how of all the thousands of methods of external reproduction are...

Stinkum

You've been out of work for a while now (it's your own fault, really; too much of a party boy, not enough of a worker bee). Since you had some time off, you went to your late grandparents' place last week so that you could check the place for family heirlooms or just cool old stuff, before the final auction that had been scheduled. When you got there, you discovered that your mom had been her usual thorough self; there wasn't anything left there that would do any better on eBay than it would...

My Lost Shaker of Salt Part II

This story includes all sorts of sexual combinations between two men and two woman. If that's not your thing, move on. The characters don't use condoms but you should.Day TwoSometime during the early morning hours, I felt someone nursing my dick. Was I in dreamland. When I felt my cock get hard, I knew it was no dream. But maybe it was a dream, I don't know. When I next had the sensation of an erection, it was merely my morning wood. When I cracked my eyes open, Melissa was dressed and Silvio...

The Adventures of Karen The Camping Trip

As much as Karen loves the outdoors, I was surprised to find out that she had never gone tent camping before. She seemed quite excited when I proposed the idea, so I went ahead and collected a tent, two sleeping bags, a Coleman Stove, and enough food and drink to feed us well for the weekend. So, off we went, to a remote part of the northeast Kingdom of Vermont, not far from the Canadian border. I smiled as she said how much she was looking forward to “communicating with nature “as her hand...

Robyn fucks an old man

If you asked me why I did it, I couldn’t give a reason. There was no one single element to what happened that I can point to now, many years later, and say, “Yes, that was why I did it.” It was a hot summer, I was nineteen and had only just realised that when men looked at me they were often imagining what it would be like to see me without clothes on. A boyfriend I’d had at the time enlightened me by going on about how I should wear shorter skirts to show off my legs and bottom. He would rave...

Homelands Pt 1 Ch 08

Sure enough, it had been Brianna whohad prevailed. The ceremony began with a parade. We marched a mile through the bucolic countryside into the royal palace. A very brief ceremony in the throne room followed. Predictably enough, the ceremony quickly devolved into a giant orgy. Every guy in the hall had a turn with Brianna before she donned the crown. That included not just the five men to which she was related, but the cousins from my father's side, and many others besides. Some of these other...

Daphnis and Corydon

During my vacation on the island of Lesbos, a professor who worked at one of the local archeological sites invited me to his residence in Mytilene to show me, as he phrases it, a manuscript that can well provoke a lively debate in the academic world. He approached me when I was enjoying my espresso on the terrace of my hotel, overlooking the sea. Apparently he had recognized me through my photo in an archeological magazine in which I published some new papyri containing probably some fragments...

The Regretted Fuck Off Signals

Principle: Fuck Off signals and women who often use them. Storyline: Amanda, a modern day feminist, has regrets after she presents Gerald, an Average Frustrated Chump with a couple fuck off signals over time. She was indoctrinated in mainstream culture and feminism of her generation but her conscience plays on her...will she obey it?...

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Jennifer was nearly eight months pregnant. In the early stages she had felt fat and frumpy, not that she was any bigger than what was usual for that stage or pregnancy. She felt that way because people were unable to determine whether she was actually pregnant, the evidence was not yet pronounced enough. She cringed at the thought of strangers viewing her as a thirty something woman who had abandoned diet and exercise to succumb to the thickening of the waist that inevitably came with the slow...

Bi Bi Miss American Pi

Samantha Bigby was arguably the most popular teacher in the high school. She was cute, young, full-breasted, and funny; but what made her especially attractive was her accent. She was a Brit. Originally, anyway, and very recently landed from the UK. She had just married an American serviceman who had brought her back to what her dad jokingly referred to as the colonies--Virginia, no less--and there she was when our story took place. She had never been to America before her marriage, so she...

The Caning at the Cafe du Concorde

The Caning at the Cafe du Concorde.On the face of it, to any casual or uninformed observer, the Cafe du Concorde may have appeared an unlikely location to act as a setting for the public disgrace and punishment of Yvette Marie-Louise Renard. The cafe in its snug location on the eponymous main square of the idyllic little village of Pont du Rochelles showed nothing at first glance to suggest that it was anything else other than the sort of pleasant and friendly little rural establishment whose...

Dallas Doll Chapter 2

Dallas Doll (A take-off continuation of "Texas Gal" by Crystal Sprite) By Dee Eon Chapter II: Operation Just Desserts Under the blaring sexy horns and guitars of Tijuana Brass and The Starhawks playing live from the nearby antebellum mansion's veranda, Hugh Swainer preened his ivory double-breasted suit and patted a Beatle haircut while he sauntered over to the sprawling hoe-down's large bar grill area where a delicious blue hickory haze hovered over several chefs with basting...

Comdex Clothing and Confusion Part 2 Changes and Memories

Comdex, Clothing and Confusion, Part 2 ? Changes and Memories Beth Williams Copyright 2003 I would like to thank ALL the comments on my first story. I will take the criticisms to heart. I may not agree, but I will keep them in mind. I would like to add the following: Yes, I understand that few men are "passable." However, I typically spend 10-24 days a year "en femme." Much of the story is autobiographical. I am indeed 375 pounds and 6' tall. I am a computer geek. I am and have...

Young Bess Part Two

Many thanks for the reviews! They provided the motivation to continue this little tale. New readers are strongly encouraged to read Part One before continuing further. All rights to YOUNG BESS are, of course, retained by the author. YOUNG BESS ? PART TWO By Jane Howard I reached the Montfort Estate late in the afternoon to find the kitchen staff in the midst of preparing the main meal of the day. I handed my letter to a plain looking young scullery maid named Mary, explaining that...

Valley Girls

The following is a work of fiction, all locations, with some exceptions, and persons are fictional and do not represent any person living or dead. Yes there is a Shenandoah Valley and a Commonwealth of Virginia and a Massanutten Mountain, but nothing like this has ever been recorded at any time since 1607. Valley Girls By Juliette Lima The farm was just perfect as far as Jarod and Marta could see. A nice two-story frame with wrap around porch and gingerbread trim was sited on two...

Bikini Beach Twilight Zone Edition Chapter one

Bikini Beach - Twilight Zone Edition Chapter 1 There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone. Rod Serling Somewhere out in...

Bibbidi Bobbidi Boned

I So I took my kid to Disney world, like you do. My wife and I saved up all year and we planned and booked everything in advance and we were going to have an amazing time! My son, Peter, is 7 years old, so he's the perfect age - just on the cusp - too young to be cynical but big enough to go on most of the rides. He totally buys into all the magic too. He has met the literal embodiment of Anna and Elsa, Cinderella and company. They love him too - cute little blonde kid starring...

Sissies in Space

SISSIES IN SPACE PROLOGUE: This is work of fiction, with apologies to NASA. 2052 CE A conglomerate of several large American Corporation's met in January on St. Kitts Island in the Caribbean for a discussion concerning the exploration of the asteroid belt between the planet's of Mars and Jupiter. This meeting was the direct result of the apparent temerity of NASA for the past twelve years following the disastrous manned Mars mission that resulted in the perishing of the six man...

Justice For Bobby

JUSTICE FOR BOBBY By Rhayna Tera, copyright 2019 Warning: Horror. Author's Note: To the credit of its author, one story on FM disturbed me to the conclusion that, in order to sleep better at night, I needed to write a moral counterpoint to it. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely...

The story Of Barbara Part one

ENGLISH Confession: of, Me Barbara transvestite - How I became the slave of a Master Help for the reader. This confession is based on real facts. The first part concerns an extract from the experiences and lived experiences of Julien, then a handsome young man, a teenager, in search of sexual identity, who would secretly become Barbara a pretty androgynous doll who loved men. This first part aims to understand her journey, her feminization process and the discovery of her status...

National Trussed or The Ex Factor

Introduction....When Norman tired of the public trailing through his stately home and the money he was paying his ex-wives, his thoughts turned to whether Freddie’s abduction and slave trading business might help him out.For another tale featuring Freddie’s Mediterranean activities, see: The Legacy of Priam.Chapter 1: Belvedere College For Young LadiesBelvedere College aimed to ensure that all its students would be able to conduct themselves as ladies once they left its portals. However, some...

Interview With A Domme

Interview.As Erica approached the destination for her appointment in the upscale middle class neighborhood, she had to admit to being a bit nervous and unsettled. Nervous because this was her big break, her first solo feature article. Over the past several years she had worked her way up from very local weekly papers, to being a cub reporter on the large daily newspaper, again assigned to the local news scene, to finally being promoted to a position as researcher and writer for the Life and...

My Passage to Womanhood

My Passage to WomanhoodVolume One?My Beginnings?ByClare PenneAn FDC PublicationContentsPreface........3My Beginnings........3Introduction........4Chapter One........8Initiation & Sexuality........8Chapter Two........15Giving Myself to Hannah........15Chapter Three........21Hannah Introduces Me to Dana........21Chapter Four........32Our Trip to the South of France........32Chapter Five........41My First BDSM Training Begins........41Chapter Six........52The French Sejour...

Phases of Submission

Phases of Submission Phase I: Developing Curiosity Life throws you curves. Sometimes life tosses obstacles in your way. Sometimes it gives you a break. Then again, sometimes it puts you on a path you never expected. Two weeks ago I met the CEO of our corporation, Brandon Hacker, at a company gathering. We talked and liked each other enough that we arranged to go out on a date. My life has never been the same since. Brandon is not the tall, dark, handsome type. Rather he’s funny, medium height,...

The Invisible Neighbor

"I'm going to bake her a banana cake, that's what I'm going to do! You have to open your door when a neighbor brings a cake!"Greg put down his coffee cup and looked wearily at his wife, the adorable and sexy love of his life. Madelyn had seen the couple next door the day they moved in, but since then she'd only seen the husband leave and return. She hadn't seen the man's wife a single time in two weeks, not even to go out and get the mail, and she was utterly obsessed by it.Greg, on the other...

Aunt Julia s Invitation

One day in September, I got a phone call from Lenore’s Aunt Julia. That seemed odd because I hadn’t said much to her in the weeks I had known Lenore. I had been invited to dinner with them at the apartment only once. Sometimes I ran into Julia on the elevator.I was the one to answer the phone that day. We greeted each other and had a bit of chit-chat about the weather or something. Then she said, “Lenore’s at Lehman a lot. I’d like you to come down someday and share a drink with me.”My antennae...

My Downward Spiral

My Downward Spiral Author's note. Each chapter is told from the point of view of the character listed. I am a newish writer of fiction and am struggling with wanting to convey the feelings and perspective of my different characters. I hope it is not too confusing. Also, I have tried to use a few Japanese terms to add color to my writing. I believe Kasuga Senmu would, in English, be Senior Managing Director Kasuga. 1 - Shiori Tsukada, OL "Shiori, if I could interrupt your...

The Legend of the Dickless Horseman

It was a dark and stormy night. I was reminded of that fact by a beagle glaring down at me, hunched over like a vulture, perched on the porch of my destination. I pulled my raspberry beret down snugly for protection from the bitter New York wind.I glanced at the decaying house before me. The years had not been kind. Whereas it once stood majestically on a hill radiating beauty now it was an eyesore; the real estate equivalent of Kathleen Turner. Still, it was precious to me. Full of wonderful...

Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Blind

BLIND By Rhayna Tera, copyright 2020 Warning: If you don't like reading transgender-related fiction, then stop reading now. Author's Note: None. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. RT MOVING A change is as good as a holiday. Or is it 'a rest'? Regardless, it was time for...

A Room With A View Melissa Part 2

Melissa dragged the scope from between her clinging clam lips. Born anew; lustful tears gushing from her abused sex; it arose glistening into the light. A penile projection of black plastic-coated metal, her lover, the pleasure provider. Its surface slick with her cream, fingers glittering pearlescent as they clung to its slippery mass. Upwards it travelled; away from the hips that still thrust ineffectual at nothingness, beyond the flat prairie of her stomach rippling with seismic aftershocks,...

Never In A Million Years

As an older white guy (just over 50 when I posted this particular ad), it's not like my in box got flooded. The responses were mostly from Russian scammers, prostitutes, or drug addicts. Depending on how bored I was, I'd turn the tables on the scammers, be nice to the hookers and point the addicts toward local treatment centers. Occasionally, I'd get a hit from a real, genuine human being. Most emails were guys offering blow jobs. Once in a blue moon, a woman would respond. Her first...

A Room With A View Beth Daisy

There is little I enjoy more of an evening than grabbing a seductive bottle of Tempranillo or Malbec, and with that in one hand and an over-large wine glass in the other, I tiptoe my way up creaking stairs to the sanctuary of my bedroom. Kicking off my heels I curl myself up in my Lloyd Loom chair and settle in as dusk's purple hues weave and merge amongst the gathering gloom. Settled and content, I survey the smattering of lighted windows and brooding brickwork that is my world, my...

A Room With A View Beth Daisy

There is little I enjoy more of an evening than grabbing a seductive bottle of Tempranillo or Malbec, and with that in one hand and an over-large wine glass in the other, I tiptoe my way up creaking stairs to the sanctuary of my bedroom. Kicking off my heels I curl myself up in my Lloyd Loom chair and settle in as dusk's purple hues weave and merge amongst the gathering gloom. Settled and content, I survey the smattering of lighted windows and brooding brickwork that is my world, my...

So You Can t Write Dialogue George Eliot

"So you can't write dialogue.""Nope. Not at all. Rubbish at it.""Are you sure that it's can't and not don't?" "Can't, don't. Six of one and half a dozen of the other. The stories are all me, me, me. No dialogue because there's rarely a second character. So, nobody to dialogue with." "That sounds more like don't than can't to me." "Maybe, but even when I do get a chance of some dialogue I usually find a way around it. Do a monologue or have a character narrate it back as a summary." "So what are...

Dialogues George Eliot

"So you can't write dialogue.""Nope. Not at all. Rubbish at it.""Are you sure that it's can't and not don't?" "Can't, don't. Six of one and half a dozen of the other. The stories are all me, me, me. No dialogue because there's rarely a second character. So, nobody to dialogue with." "That sounds more like don't than can't to me." "Maybe, but even when I do get a chance of some dialogue I usually find a way around it. Do a monologue or have a character narrate it back as a summary." "So what are...

Crescendo

CRESCENDO 1. "No, Daddy, please no! Not another a spanking!!" Rob Jackson was sick of Vanessa's backtalk. All he wanted was a little respect and consideration, a place to relax at the end of a day's honest labor. Instead, he'd received nothing but snide remarks, passive misconduct and blatant contempt. Worse still, the girl had outright refused to perform her allotted chores, despite repeated warnings. Well, Rob had finally reached the end of his rope. 'Nessa's behavior would...

Never In A Million Years revised

As an older white guy (just over 50 when I posted this particular ad), it's not like my in-box got flooded. The responses were mostly from Russian scammers, prostitutes, and drug addicts. Depending on how bored I was, I'd turn the tables on the scammers, be nice to the hookers, and point the addicts toward local treatment centers. Occasionally, I'd get a hit from a real, genuine human being. Most emails were guys offering blow jobs. Once in a blue moon, a woman would respond. One day, I...

Mom Eyes The Kids Chapter Thirteen and Fourteen

He wasn't much of a hunter, Dan – no Orion, no Nimrod, no Daniel Boone. He didn't much want to shoot a helpless deer and he was scared shitless of bears. But his boss had invited him and here he was, supposedly stalking prey or driving it towards Mr. and Mrs. Gordon as they lurked in ambush. It had surprised him a little when the boss had brought his wife along. Marion Gordon hardly looked like the outdoorsy sort of lady. She was a redhead with bedroom eyes and big tits and had given Dan...

Sam in the Mountains

"You read it," I said, holding out the damp blue and white test stick, "I can't look." Neeka took it from me and held it under the lights over the bathroom vanity. "Negative," she said. "Crap!" I said, with feeling. "Crap! Crap! Crap!" "Are you sure you peed on it long enough?" Neeka asked. "I," I replied haughtily and with a slight hysterical tremor in my voice, "will have you know that by now I am an expert pee'er. I could probably hit one of those stupid things from...

Flying

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He sat silently on the porch, the old rocker creaking quietly under him as he waited in the darkness. All the lights in his cabin were off and he had turned off the automated lights in the yard as well. The night was clear and cool, the first hint of fall in the air and a soft breeze was flowing down the mountainside. He was, by nature, a patient man, content to sit and wait as long as it took. He let his eyes roam the forest edge, never stopping, never resting on one spot for very long. He...

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“Can’t we at least talk about this?” I continued to look into the mirror and scrub the makeup off my face with a thick terry cloth washcloth. I also made a point to shoot my husband a disgusted look. We had been talking about it for the last two hours, and he won’t let it go. He continued. “I saw some really fucked-up shit this morning and it’s been messing with me all day ... and I ... I worry about you, Mel.” There were times when I hated Vince’s career, but I knew very early on that...

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It was 1984, an ominous sounding year to those of us raised on Orwell and Orwellian prophecies. I was a relatively junior attorney based in Memphis, Tennessee, trying to build a practice and support my wife and three daughters. I can't say I was a "young lawyer", even though I'd been invited to join the local Young Lawyers Association, because I didn't start law school until I left active duty in 1977. Serving as a tanker and helicopter pilot during Vietnam didn't drive me out of the...

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It wasn't quite brandy and cigars time, but I found myself pontificating to the Young People. "Course, festivals weren't festivals the way you know them, those days. No fence, no security - hell, no tickets - and no camping fields..." "No toilets, either, though," the wife interjected, "but, yeah, it was 'free', put your tent where you wanted - not near the stage generator, by preference - buy and sell drugs from whoever you wanted and, well, shit where you wanted. Bit of a public...

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Naira stepped out of the bright, offensively sterile office building and into the cold, muddled gray afternoon. Nothing had been adding up quite right in the office today, or at least not in the way her bosses wanted it to add up, and minute after minute it had felt like the building itself was trying to smother her. She had needed to get OUT, and the cool post drizzle world seemed the perfect balance to her dry, overheated life. She inhaled deeply, loving the scent of wet dirt as it...

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The next several days found Rolly taking stock of his situation. Old Rot was happy to tend bar, and a young acquaintance asked him for a job saying it was better than drinking away his hard dug gold all winter. The boy was slightly shorter than Rolly and looked to be about eighteen or nineteen. Dannir, was from Glen MacTynnen. He had lost his mother three years before and his father the past winter, both to the fever. They were serfs of a manor lord and tied to the land, but rather than try...

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I heard the shift in sounds, from shouts and rug snapping of the servant family and a general conversational hum of the angels not in the theater working on the Tales, to a hush and a more focused murmuring. No laughter though. Maybe it was too strange for laughter seeing a gorgeous naked brunette Jewess, substantial tits swaying beneath her, crawling from the parking lot to the back entrance of the theater. I knew to turn to that entrance before I saw her entering. The shift in sounds let me...

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Gloria Rankow strode across the unfamiliar field fighting her anger and wondering how the argument with her fiance had started. It was bad enough having had to spend the night alone, owing to the moral vagaries of Mrs. Judge, but then Frank had broken his word, failing to come up to the bedroom at the appointed time so that they could be alone together. Frank had explained his tardiness in a most unsatisfactory manner, saying that he had been having a serious discussion with his little...

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As I walked down the stairs to the smell of freshly sizzling bacon, the sound of a large breakfast being made for the family, I realized I was terribly bereaved. I felt a sense of emptiness inside that grated on me really hard, and I was having trouble dealing with it. I stuck it down into my subconscious and left it alone. John and Kimmy had taken the workers back home last night, I was too distraught to do that. Everyone saw that, and they organized two van loads back to Fargo without me...

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The two had a goal. Less than a couple months for the summer solstice meeting/bacchanal in Greece. Another month in the bucolic setting in the Appalachians before moving back to the professor’s home in a Maryland suburb of DC. Karissa would have preferred staying. The lake, clean and fresh, was continually invigorating for Karissa, and for Karis as well. It seemed the water in which she communed ended up having a magical effect on her brother. Giving him added strength as well as a greater...

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The morning transmission began as tumultuously as Meiersdottir had expected. Toshimura, in particular, was outraged that she had departed so drastically from their plans aboard the Gardener, and spent the first two minutes expressing that with phrases like "cover-up" and "betrayal of trust" and "high-handed unilateral decision-making" sprinkled liberally throughout his tirade. "All right, John," she said when he finally began to run out of words, "but that's something I don't want...

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I am somewhat unusual in that not only am I a native Californian, but I was actually born in San Francisco. The name on the birth certificate is Terry Fisher, the same name as my dad and grandfather used. When I was twelve my dad told the Bank of California exactly where they could put their Senior VP position (hint; the sun don't shine there!), whereupon he purchased a couple hundred acres of Zinfandel grape vines in Dry Creek Valley, in Sonoma County. The owner was an old time Italian...

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I was schooled for days in the details of their lives. Miranda Maines and her parents, Joseph and Columba, were enigmas. Joseph founded a very unique company that developed various kinds of optical equipment that was greatly desired by the Department of Defense, and some other alphabet agencies of the federal branch. He made his fortune before he turned forty, and never stopped seeking the next great breakthrough in his field of endeavor. Columba met Joseph when he was a seventeen year old...

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I barely made it through the winter. Wheat germ helped, as did many things the plain woman advised and I researched. Exhaustion became relieved by my weekends with the Amazon, my happiest times. Even those became busy in the fall when we helped build the ranger's house. Creating it resulted in a great experience, a prideful accomplishment in which both the Amazon and I learned a lot. A couple weekends we got lost with the ranger, which amazed and disturbed when he trapped and killed a couple...

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October 25, 1986 It would be trite to say that things went back to normal after the wedding and the honeymoon. We certainly settled back into a routine, but things were different now. This was a new normal, a "normal" enhanced with the knowledge that we were living the life we'd dreamed about for so long. At work, the status quo persisted. I put in my forty-hour weeks, resigning myself to the fact that I'd be working there for a while longer. My investments were certainly paying off,...

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In early June of that year she graduated with honors and a Bachelor's degree in special education. The ceremony was held on a Sunday afternoon. I was staying at my godparent's restaurant in downtown Memphis at the time and was able to get a ride to Memphis State with Aunt Frances, who grumbled about having to make a special trip all the way out there. When we car on the main boulevard that bounded the campus, Aunt Frances sat behind the steering wheel, frowning in bewilderment. "Where are...

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Harriet lay on her bed scrutinising the darkened ceiling as she had done for hours since she forced herself to retire. Or she might have sat waiting for a certain man to arrive from wherever he decided to spend the night. Spend the night, for pity’s sake. Samuel. That studious pupil as the boy he had been. A scholarly graduate keen on the advancement of science. A man who showed not an inch of tendency towards debauchery. The man whose quiet, intellectual posture had always elicited...

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I took note that Evie said nothing at all about Daphne Bergendorf. She either had no opinion, or felt like an outsider despite how hard we worked to make her an equal in our relationship. We were pretty tired, so she might just have been feeling sleep coming on instead of keeping her opinion a secret from us. The new day brought new challenges. “Lord Terrance, we have a labor problem in Texas.” The phone call was unexpected. The General Manager of one of our manufacturing plants was...

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