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It has been said that every person has some dark passion buried within his soul — some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface. Such a secret may be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, dark, forbidden passions may be easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modem everyday life. Yet, …
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After college I had to do four years in the Army to pay back my ROTC
scholarship. I was commissioned a second lieutenant and assigned as a
platoon leader in an infantry company. I had married Michelle while in
college and I managed to get a small married-officer quarters on the base
where I was stationed. Things were pretty tough …
I tenderly pressed my lips on Vicki’s, and she gently kissed back as
the warm smooth innards of her pussy threatened to send me into a wild
ejaculation. I wanted to enjoy her for a longer time before that
happened. I had slowed down and even stopped pumping several times in
the long while that I’d been inside her.
Vicki …
Read More →“God, your dad is so hot.” Nikki sighed in the dark and I giggled. “It
isn’t funny.”
“You always say that.” I shimmied my shoulders a little, getting more
comfortable.
We were sharing my bed, like we’d done a gazillion times before and it
was really just made for one person. Nikki and I were small anyway
though and besides …
I first met Ms. Michaels when my roommate, Cindy, and I happened to
run into her walking across campus. My roommate stopped her and
introduced me.
“How do you do,” said Ms. Michaels. She looked friendly enough and
paid attention to me, but there was something that made me uneasy
about her.
That was the only time I saw her …
Read More →When I wrote “Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and me”, it was a personal
experiment writing a story as dialog only. I didn’t get much feedback but
three out of the four letters asked for a sequel to the story. This was
never my intention but when I read the story again, I realised that the
story and characters held promises …
“Tell them that I am looking for a wife with
traditional values.”
I am talking to your father and mother. You are a
beautiful young girl. I have no idea how old you
are. You look very young, but your parents
consider you marriageable.
“They don’t trust Americans. They were hoping for
a husband who wasn’t a foreigner.”
“I have …
Read More →It had been a long day of teaching and he was tired and ready for a
beer when he arrived at his house. There was a strange car parked in
front of it as he arrived. As he parked he saw that it was one of his
students, a young woman who had been struggling in his accounting
class. He …
It was working out quite well. I had hired Niki for
one of my staff positions a couple months before. She
was a little light on experience but made up for that
with maturity and attitude. Since I couldn’t get my
boss to pay market wages, I was quite happy to have
Niki.
Niki was divorced and trying to build …
Read More →Detective Lansing removed his black hat and lightly knocked on the
apartment door. A few moments later, the door slowly opened.
“Can I help you,” a girl behind the door asked, suspiciously.
The detective noticed that she had a cute face. She looked to be a
woman of about twenty years old with shoulder length brown hair and
stylish eyeglasses.…
The Y2K Bug and the surrounding hullabaloo is remembered by people in
different ways. For me it simply puts a date, New Year’s Eve 2000,
which would mark a transitional point from quiet, ordinary “normal”
person with “unusual” secret desires to the beginning of the road to
the person I am today.
I’m going to skip over the first six …
Read More →1. Air Conditioner
“Unh.”
“Unh.”
“Hunh…unh!”
Again.
One more time.
Again.
One more time.
Again.
“Yeah…yeah, you like that.”
“Unh.”
Again.
“Unh.”
One more time.
“Unh.”
She takes another swing.
“Unh.”
It’s not really that I like
“Unh.”
being fucked up the ass.
Not really.
“Unh.”
Again.
“Unh.”
One more time.
“Unh.”
It’s just that that’s all we do.
“Yeah, …
Read More →“Hey there,” the pizza girl said, “David?”
The question mark is part of the flirtatious game we play, this lovely
pizza girl and I. For about six months, at least once a week, I drop
by to pick up a pizza for the family. Usually she gives me a big
pepperoni pizza, although every so often, I manage to sneak …
It was at sunset when she meant the most to him.
They sat, always the same, on the porch outside her room. He brushed her
hair and pinned it back, careful to keep the curls lying flat against the
nape of her neck. She had always kept it like this when she had been
able to care for it herself. …
It was one of those cold December nights that made me wonder why I
stuck around at this job. I worked for the campuse police department
at a pretty large midwestern university. As part of my job I had to
stand on top of one of the dorm buildings and keep an eye on the
parking lots surrounding it. Lots …