Except for the name shield, the railway station looked unfamiliar. Now brightly painted and its hundred-year-old shell refurbished with wide doors and much glass, it seemed not the place where Ben had taken the train to leave home more than twenty years ago. It was then six-o-clock in the morning as he waited for his train, with two suitcases at his feet. It was just dawning and cold. Ben was on his own; nobody had come t...

Sue turned towards the bathroom. Looking back over her shoulder, she ordered Mark to get undressed and into bed. Mark obeyed and waited. On leaving the bathroom, Sue stopped in the doorway. She looked down on Mark’s nude shape, on the bed. Even in the moon-lit semi-darkness, Sue could see his rampant cock. Mark did not just look at Sue. He drank her in as she fronted him: Long-legged, broad-hipped, flat-bellied, with the...

Instead of the usual hour, it had taken Mark this Sunday morning only forty minutes to clear the city and reach the open road. It was sunny and promised to become a warm December day. With the window open and the breeze in his hair, it would make for a pleasant, relaxed drive up the Hume Highway to Sydney. In planning his trip to the Hunter Valley, Mark had decided to make an overnight, halfway stop at Yass. When Sue surp...

The common room was almost empty now with one lone couch left facing the window. A young woman sat on the back of the couch looking out the large windows. Her shoulder-length hair swayed across her back as she moved to the music playing in her headphones. She was enjoying her alone time. Her friend Matt came walking into the room. The two flirted ruthlessly but never took the next step to anything more than a friendship....

My publicist Emily leads me to a table where several stacks of my books are piled like Jenga towers. My stomach stirs at the sight. I love book tours and this is the first stop on a two-week jaunt across the country to promote my second novel. Before the month is out, I’ll have done ten signings, two TV appearances and countless radio interviews. I sit down and fix my hair as the bookshop manager prepares to unlock the fr...

Here I stand. In front of God, the world, and everyone with my mother bent over her great grandmother’s tombstone with my cock buried deep inside her soaking wet cunt. How the hell did I get here? ***My name is Brandon and I was a nineteen-year-old college student at a university in northern Illinois. I’m from a small town in the southern end of the state where my mother lived. At 5’10 and 150 lbs I was fit enough to be o...

“Cassie, is there something you want to tell me? You’ve been moping about all day and… well… we haven’t had sex in like, 48 hours.” Unfortunately, that was a new record for us. Well, not counting that time of the month. But even then, Cassie took care of me. “No,” she replied, the anguish apparent in her voice. “I don’t want to tell you. But I have to, and I don’t know how.” I took her hand and led her towards the couch....

Amy Marie Rogers was the kind of friend one does not soon forget. Neither was Stephanie Potteroff. We used to live at the same apartment complex and while our peripheral relationship only included late night parties at the apartment complex hot tub, an occasional trip to a bar or club, and hanging out at each other’s apartment watching movies. Amy was never alone. She and  Stephanie Potteroff- yes, that was her name and t...

"Oh, my gosh, I was so nervous," Nikki thought as she paced the suite. "I have not seen Vikki since just after high school, a little over ten years ago."This weekend was our tenth-anniversary reunion. I waited in the suite we would share while at the celebration. I hoped Vikki liked everything. I moved the flowers I brought to the center of the table. I rubbed my hands on my wool slacks hoping to keep them dry. Waiting fo...

BEFOREUntil high school, I thought our family was an ordinary conventional family. It wasn't.Nudity was a tradition in our family. I lived in a house where being naked was the dress code. My parents had friends with the same conviction. I only found this out later as a junior in high school.Something else escaped my notice. It was the protocol at their "adult" parties. Well, that's what they were called, and I wasn't welc...

The last time I had seen Rose was at our ten-year high school class reunion. In high school, Rose had been the one girl I wanted to date, but she barely even knew I existed. At the ten-year reunion, I confided that I had always had an immense crush on her and that if I had to do things all over again, I would have said as much.To my surprise, Rose told me she had a crush on me as well, but that she had been too shy to app...

 Troy and I had been seeing each other for about three months, with our relationship being purely physical. We did end up having an official date after that enjoyable Sunday morning, but I reaffirmed my earlier conclusion, that aside from the bedroom, we had nothing in common. Almost all the time we spent together involved either drinking with the group, or being naked in bed. We had opposite tastes in movies, music and T...