I was going for a walk down by the river. I met a woman on the path that asked if she could just walk and talk with me, that it would be rather nice to have a walking partner. I said sure, no problem! I too, thought it would be kind of nice to tal
A 38 year old female with long blonde hair was walking along the shores of Ontario Lake, enjoying the peacefulness of the calm water.When she decided to go walk on along the pier and sit awhile and just have some solitude of her own. However she thou
The door to the noisy Berlin beer hall suddenly burst open and every eye turned to look at the two big men who strode into the establishment.
“Ja, I am Hans,” said one of the men, “and this is my brother Franz.”
“Ja,” said the other, “I
I didn’t know that my boss was a lesbian. Not that it mattered, of course. I mean, she was still a bitch and it didn’t matter whether she was a lesbian or not.
Of course, even though I didn’t give a damn whether she was a lesbian or not, I’m s
Giuseppe Fiorillo put his hammer down and he took a step back. He wiped the sweat from his brow and he looked at his work. It was a masterpiece, he thought, if only … if only … if only it was real.
He looked at the statue and he knew this
I stopped by my boss’s office. I needed to get an approval for a purchase req but the bitch wasn’t in.
One might think I was being kind of harsh referring to my boss like that, but the bitch hates me. I know it. She knows it. Probably everyone
Not for the first time, I wondered what the heck people from Milan called themselves. Were they Milanis or Milanos or maybe, they were just Milanese. I had no idea what it was and it wasn’t important enough for me to ask.
What was important wa
THE CAMPING TRIP
Hi im Bigjock i’m 5’11″ brown hair 46″chest weight lifter. This is a story about when me my girl my friend and his girl went to an amusment park. The park is a 4 hour drive and we stayed at a camp site the
The people and places depicted in this story are a product of my imagination. Any resemblence to real person places or things is highly coincidental.
As Ank-Lyn and I rode the sky train towars our Adult party
Chapter Thirteen: Carla’s Confession
The next Saturday, I was in the library and ran into Carla Sweeney there. I thought of all the times I had visited her house hoping for a chance to get her alone and now, completely unplanned, things clic
I am at a local small town library looking for a few good books to read. As I stroll through the small aisles I see you by another section. I have noticed you before at different places in town and think you’re cute but I would never attempt to commu
Chapter Forty One: Bill’s Dreams (Part 1)
Although I knew my nearly unlimited sexual desires were primarily inherited from my father and grandfather; I wondered about my earlier ancestors. I didn’t know if I could accept the theory of rein
The gods must be crazy.
That’s what Hope thought. The gods must be crazy and if they were, then that was just fine with her.
She’d always thought of herself as a poor country girl. She was certainly poor enough, that much was true. Her
The year was 1872. Cowboy Jim rode into the dry and dusty
town and headed straight to the cantina. He greedily glugged
down a beer and then a shot of tequila. Now that he was
watered he had other needs to attend t
Chapter Thirty Nine: Getting A Date With Kim
Sunday afternoon I was cruising down Main Street when I noticed Kim Douglas sitting on the bench outside Drug Mart. I hadn’t seen her since our brief encounter at the mall. Kim was one of the sexi
I staggered out of Ms. Evans office and into the break room. I needed something, anything, that would get me back on my feet.
As I entered the room, I saw two women sitting there, chatting, and as I looked at them, I couldn’t help admiring
No fleet can run forever without putting into some port, somewhere. Ships need to be maintained. Supplies need to be replenished, and people need to relax.
So it was with the rag tag band of ships led by the Battlestar Erotica. That their home
I had a fight with my wife one night and decided to call Diane up to talk about it. Diane was my best female friend and always was a great shoulder during a crisis. She said we should meet and take a nice ride into the country. She thought a nice
Sue was the type of girl who hated to be pursued by the opposite sex. Over the years I tried on several occasions to sleep with her but she always rejected me. She finally told me that though she loved sex, she hated it when men were too aggressive