A late night at uni

Wow, got some nice comments, thank you to all those who are reading my work, I’ll try to put out more. And I apologize for the lead up in the story if it takes too long. After a Wednesday that would make most people want me dead for my luck my Thursday was actually boring. Get up, eat, do school, come home, and enjoy time with my family. “So your mother and I are heading out of town this weekend,” my father says as we’re eating dinner. I freeze solid; my internal clock is racing a mile a minute. My loving...

Apple parked her car about a block from the beach, and strolled towards where her friends said the party would be. Rebecca had invited her earlier in the week, and said that she had some friends she “really wanted her to meet,” whatever that meant. Apple was just looking to get out of the house after a long week, so any excuse worked. The party was at Rebecca’s friends beach house, and was rolling pretty good by the time Apple showed up. She had gotten on the beach about a half mile up, and walked to the house from the beach...

I was looking at Jerry's legs, as he stood on the stool ahead of me. He had very strong thighs, and I admired his form while he put the new bulb in the ceiling light. "This thing is a pain to reach," Jerry said. Then while he struggled with the bulb, my eyes followed his muscular legs up to where they met, and I had to supress a stare - there was a lump laying sideways, a small lump, but a definite lump was there. Let me explain that one. We'd been talking about our recent party group going to the...

Prologue I would like to thank those that have read my stories ancommented on them. This is a complete rewrite of the second chapter of my story “The Barfly” originally posted in the forum. I would like to ask those of you that honor me with negative votes in groups to leave some comments so that I may learn what readers dislike in my stories. I would also like to ask those of you that like my stories to throw a wote my way to keep them in an accessible position. Enjoy J. Bailey The Barfly, ch. 2, rewrite He woke...

My soon to be wife Annie had taken a job out of town and I only saw her every two weeks or so. I was so missing her. She and I had become long distance lovers. She was scheduled for a flight home on Friday night. I was going to pick up her son Zakk from his dorm and the two of us were going to pick her up at the airport and enjoy the weekend together. Zakk is in his first year of college he is studying to be a make up artist for stage and screen. He and I...

Cool summer afternoon when I walk into the pretzel store. The door was cracked open so I removed the stopper and gently pull on the door close. He appears from the back with a case of pretzels in his hands. He looks at me and say hello. I undo the buttons on my black leather trench coat and put my hands on my hips so my black lace panties with a neon pink ribbon and matching bra shows. I got my "fuck me " heals on accompanied with my see through stockings and I been waiting for to long. " I...

I have described it as Fiction, but most of my writings are semi-biographical. Not that I am embellishing, more like I'm toning down the reality. I was home alone when I got the call that my Uncle George was dead. I went to the funeral and met some relatives that I never knew I had. George was my dad’s older brother. I had to fly alone, my mom and step dad didn’t want to come. My dad died when I was two, so I never knew him. My mom remarried one year later to a traffic homicide cop who was investigating...

It all started when my wife Barbara began having Friday nights out with Mary. Mary is our next-door neighbour. She is married to Ken. We had been on friendly terms (though nothing more) with Mary and Ken since we moved in to the house when we married, almost 2yrs ago. They are considerably older than us...... Ken is 51, Mary is 48; I am 27 and Barbara is 23. I think from the outset, partly because of the age differences, Mary and Ken took us 'under their wing'....they helped us with our moving-in, and Ken lent me tools that I needed...

Reading through this I have found some of the dialect from my area has snuck in,, so to save all the comments about spelling and grammar, I’ll explain it. We use ‘me’ in place of ‘my’ in some instances and our mother is ‘mam’, so when Rachel say’s “I fell off me bike” and “This is me mam” this is correct speak for her. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, that have got through. I was around 24 and Susan 20 when we married, in under a year I was made head ground keeper, due to Sid retiring, this gave me more...

CHAPTER TWELVE I woke up early the next morning and was able to ease out of bed without waking Michelle up. I went to the kitchen, started a pot of coffee. I then cooked scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage and was just finishing up when Michelle walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes. “What are you doing ?”, she asked, yawning. “Making us breakfast. Please sit down on the stool.”, she smiled at me and walked around the bar and took a seat. I fixed her a plate and set it down in front of her , then poured her a...