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Category Archives: Story
Who’s ass was that?
I wonder who’s ass I played with in my dreams this morning. It sure was sexy.
A Sheltered Life
I will never forget that afternoon. Her name was Lucy. We lived around the corner from each other, went to the same school, and were mostly in the same classes. I was a bit older than she was by a … Continue reading
Another Strange Dream
It went like this: We shared a house. Your boyfriend was in Tuscaloosa. Given the geometry of the room and halls, I could lay in my bed and look into your bedroom, a condition we had both commented on in … Continue reading
Dreams
As the sun came up, these thoughts occured… The knock on the door roused him from his slumber. The clock on the nightstand said it was just past midnight. Outside a gentle rain fell against the windows. He had thought … Continue reading
Cold in the Morning
As I sit outside (don’t ask, it’s a long story), I had a chance to finish another story, and since it is National Novel Writing Month, let me announce the effort that I undertook this month. Not one story, but … Continue reading
Trying to get some inspiration
I have not written much lately. In fact, I have barely written a scene. So I am searching around for inspiration. Here is what I have so far for stories that have not been written. If you have suggestions, please, … Continue reading
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The Knife
Once upon a time, I knew a lovely lady who had a thing for the cold touch of steel on her skin. The more intimate the area, the wetter she would get. She could cum almost with the touch of … Continue reading
Photographs and Memories
Just a little scene that passed through my waking dreams last night… He wished he had more photographs of her. That was only one of several thoughts that went through his head as he put his clothes away. “Do hurry … Continue reading
Really, I Tried To Write
It really is 0130 on a Sunday morning, and I really am awake, but I am sitting under a pop-up canopy in a local park helping with an overnight ultramarathon run. These people are crazy, frankly, but all the lithe … Continue reading
A New Story To Write
I wonder what it will say?