So, what can I say? Life happened. After high school, and then community college, where we dated two years, as suddenly as it started, it ended. Both of us went our separate ways to make a life. I always wondered why I let her get away. The years piled up and suddenly, it was ten years later. Both of us were now in our thirties. Now a Captain in the Marines, I walked into the corporate headquarters of a company that was s...

I walked into the history classroom the day after my life-changing date with the girl I’ll call Kitty. She was already sitting at her desk, watching me walk through the door. She was wearing my class ring on a fine gold chain around her neck. The sight had attracted the attention of a few of the girls in class as well as my own. Kitty smiled at me as I took my seat beside hers. Two of the other girls had walked over to sp...

I shook myself awake as the noise came again, a knock at my door. I thought I had been dreaming. Again, the knock. I got up and put on a robe. ‘Knock, knock.’ I gazed through the peephole and saw a face, the sad, tearful face of a young woman. I slowly opened my door to find a lovely naked young woman standing there. I did not know her, and she looked at me with an unspoken question in her eyes. She was shivering, and the...

After the exciting night of lovemaking at Jean’s house, life and lessons went back to normal. The notable exception was that Jean was much friendlier and smiling in our studio lessons. She faithfully practiced and showed impressive improvements on the acoustic guitar. Nothing was spoken of the night she seduced me and, well, somehow that was kind of sexy to me. Her attitude each week was cheerful, and occasionally there w...

Bill was a Schmuck, the ungainly lanky fellow who carried his school work in an old leather satchel his dad had carried to school. Bill never cut classes, he did his homework every night before he brushed his teeth and then went straight to to bed. He was clumsy and no good at sports except golf, and who played golf in high school back in the 60s and 70s! Bill never had a date to go to the school dances with, but he was a...

Under the rule of a ruthless and immoral king, men from the west have begun to ambush elves in the green forest. In this war, a new elf heroine arises: the warrior princess Elvina. This is the beginning of her story. The heat of battle had reached its ebb, and the Elf warriors had, for all intents and purposes, prevailed over the human barbarians from the West. The princess-warrior, Elvina, slowly withdrew her broadsword...

Late spring junior year at CHS, and the little fox has teased me long enough. I have a plan. I sat next to her the entire class and tried to pay attention to the lecture, American History. Sidelong glances: she knew she was being surveilled. The bell rings. Unexpected by her, I grab her hand and don’t let go, practically drag-push her along. After a moment, she quits her ‘futile resistance’, smiles and walks by my side. M...

The Elf Queen - Part 3 - Rorc After their night of magical lovemaking, Elenya stood a moment facing the east. She turned her head and smiled at Seth and said, “Come, Lover, I will show you my kingdom, which you long have sought.” “You will see many wonders and also face dangers. My warriors do not easily welcome strangers. Are you brave?” “I am not, my Queen, but I will try to be.” She took my hand, and we stepped through...

I sat as still as possible in the green glade, deep in the ‘enchanted’ forest. I had found the magical spot weeks ago, sensing it was a place frequented by the Elves. It felt like magic; the air was stiff with magic; their magic. Of course, I had not seen even one elf, but I knew they were secretive and shy and suspicious of oafish humans like myself. I had loved the elves as long as I could remember. As I grew up, I’d re...

She walked into the cool condo out of the bright sunshine. She wore a fine sheen of sweat from the hot Florida sun. Her swimsuit clung to her in an irritating but also sexually arousing manner. The sudden darkness of the room rendered her momentarily blind after the glaring sunshine from outside. She stood still a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the dark, chill apartment. Just as her eyes began to focus, a soft kiss...

Jean has been my guitar student for the past year. She is thirty-five (+) years old and single (at least there is no ring on her finger). She is slim but well-built with long fingers and graceful movements. One cannot discern her age by her looks. Jean is pretty but understated in her appearance. Most often, she wears casual clothing and sneakers. She wears glasses but always appears quietly attractive. I don’t know where...

Prologue - The smart-looking middle-aged couple exited their townhouse and got into their sports car. She was sexily dressed in high-fashion casual attire, appointed with red high-heeled shoes. He was dapper in nice jeans, loafers and a sports jacket. They were on their way to a private party to which they never arrived. A two-vehicle accident was reported on the six o’clock news that evening, which stated only that the o...

The dark house was hot and stuffy. Unable to sleep, she swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat up; she was tired but sleep had not come. She glanced at the clock by the bed. It was 1:13 am. She groaned quietly and rose to go to the kitchen for water. She decided as she walked that the oversized tee she was wearing was too hot and she lifted it over her head and dropped it to the floor. Now in the kitchen she stoo...

I woke to find your apparition standing beside my bed, the nearly transparent hand already brushing the sheet. I looked into your face and saw the smile; the look. I knew you were not really there; Only my desire to see you once more. That ship had long ago sailed; leaving me alone on the shore. Your ghost climbed up beside me. You turned your back and we spooned. Our favorite thing. Your skin, cool against the heat of my...

The old house stood silent at the top of a high hill. At night or in stormy weather, it looked especially creepy; enough to send chills up one’s spine. There are stories whispered about by the town’s people. No one ever goes near the place. This is where our story of Cindy’s adventure begins. Cindy’s friends had dared her to spend the night in the old Forrester Mansion, a deserted and dilapidated three-story gabled monstr...