New Stories and Old

I posted Teenage Memories to Stories On Line as well as on my story site if you were waiting to read it.

As I was sorting through my hard disk, I found a couple of old ones that I have either meant to go back and rework, or go back and rewrite, depending on what I decide to do with them. One is a classic Las Vegas story, the other, a follow-on to the Gang of Six that I found along with some extra chapters for that story. But it has been so long since I have read them, I need to read them again, just to familiarize myself with the story in general.

Thanks for reading, and enjoy the Hallowe’en season.

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It Was A Lovely Night

I want thank you for a lovely night. I do not know who you were. I never did clearly hear your name, but that is often the way with dreams. Still I will remember the feel of your skin against mine as we made love. I am only sorry that I had to leave, and could not find my way back to where you waited for me.

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Jeans…and nothing else

Why did I wake up this morning to a vision of you in jeans. And nothing else. You were topless from the waist up, and very sexy as you looked back at me. What’s worse is I wanted to take the jeans off of your body and I woke up.

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Art Therapy

It has been a rough month, there is no doubting that. Stress from continued enforced confinement, long hours at work, and other inconsequential things have seemed to just pile on this month. Add to it that the wether has been more like March than May with grey skies and below average temperatures, it’s enough to drive one to drink.

Anyway, I was looking through photos last night, just because, and came across some pictures of a former girlfriend that I though had long since been sent to /dev/null. Having nothing more interesting to do, I imported them into one of my photo programs and played with them. Nothing bad, just cleaned them up, or brightened them, or played with filters to make them interesting or artistic. It took my mind off the week and made me remember the happy time when I took the photos originally. I recommend it. Just delete them afterwards.

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Who’s ass was that?

I wonder who’s ass I played with in my dreams this morning. It sure was sexy.

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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 couple of days, but we were both fourteen. It was July, and we had been dating for a bit more than a month. Our formal dates had been dinner and a couple of movies. Our informal dates involved meeting at one of the local playgrounds that had some woods behind it. It was in those words that she said the fateful words. She had kissed me gently. We had not kissed much in the past, so every kiss resonated with my memory. But I remembered this kiss because of what she said next.

“I like you, John, but not that way. I like girls.”

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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 passing, and more than once after a couple of drinks.

You would talk to him every evening after I had gone to bed, but the conversation would leave you so hot and bothered that you would take to your bed to relieve the frustration. And every time, I wondered if you got more pleasure out of leaving the door open, so I could watch, then in the eventual release.

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Happy Valentine’s Day

Even to those who do not celebrate the day. We all need some love at this time of year.

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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 to ignore the knock, but it came again. He grumbled under his breath as he got out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants before he walked the short distance to the door. The woman on the other side of the door stood waiting, her hands crossed in front of her. He sighed, then opened the door.

“Good morning. What brings you by so early?”

She smiled up at him. She knew the smile would alleviate any hard feelings he might have for waking him.

“I thought I should at least say thank you for dinner.”

“You did,” he said waving her in and closing the door behind her. “Can I get you anything?”

He took her coat from her as she slipped it from her shoulders and hung it up before she walked over and sat on the couch. She crossed her legs and looked up at him.

“Sit.”

He walked over and sat down next to her.

“You seemed to have left in a hurry, and I wondered why?”

“Did I? Sorry. It’s been a busy week.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“No, not really.”

“Because, I got all dressed up, and I was looking forward to you undressing me,” she said with a smile.

He smirked back at her.

“You have rebuffed my advances to date and given how tired I was, I just did not feel like bringing it up tonight. Again, sorry.”

“It’s OK,” she said with a smile.

Her hand moved across the space between them and she squeezed his thigh gently. Her touch kindled a small flame inside him. Small muscles twitched inside his body.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“Numerous things.”

“Like what? Tell me.”

“I was thinking I would like to take pictures of you. Centerfold level pictures. I wondered what you taste like. If you’d ever been tied up. What your hands would feel like on my body.”

She smiled again, then stood up, and indicated he should join her. She rested her hands on his shoulders before she ran them down his arms and back up again. He then rested his hands on her shoulders and repeated the motion before she stepped into his embrace and kissed him. The distance between them closed as they pressed their bodies against each other. She ran her hands along his bare skin as he cupped her ass through her dress.

“Tell me about these pictures…,” she whispered.

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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 a series of short stories, and scripts, just to be different. So, without further ado, the NaNo 2019 stories for your enjoyment. Check back in December to see what has been added.

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