This is the true story of how I came to meet a girl called Rihanna and how I introduced her to a darker side of sex. I went into hospital recently for a small operation on my left hand. The Op went well but I was staying on the ward for three to four nights afterwards. All the nurses during my stay were lovely and the care second to none. However one particular girl was something else. Her name was Rihanna and she was a r...

There are definite advantages to living in a small town. It’s peaceful and quiet, the people are friendly and willing to lend a hand when needed. And, for the most part, accept neighbors as they are despite their quirks and eccentricities. Everybody knows everyone else, houses are spread out, leaving more room between neighbors and affording a bit more privacy. Though, there are disadvantages as well, it’s impossible to m...

  Ally, a 19-year-old SoCal girl on a gap year vacation in Thailand, sat on a plush leather couch in a high-rise condo overlooking the glitzy night scene of Pattaya Thailand. To her left sat Gib, a sexy, glamorous Thai bargirl she had connected with on their first meeting for afternoon shots on the sleazy side street of Soi 6. Ally’s thick natural red hair draped from the right side of her face, shielding her vision from...

Edith Downing had been my fifth grade teacher, as well as my next door neighbor, growing up. She had a daughter four or five years my junior, whom I babysat for a few times early in my high school days. I'd seen the death notice in the local paper, and since she was a former neighbor,  I thought I should pay my respects, so here I was at her funeral service. Let me back up here a moment. She wasn't just a neighbor, she wa...

Julie was sitting in her office preparing notes for her next class, when her concentration was broken by the loud ringing of her telephone. Being a Saturday it was unusual to receive work calls, so she had no idea who it might be. The headmistress was on annual leave, so it couldn’t be her. “Hello, St. Valentine’s. Julie Harrison speaking.” “Yes, this is Constable Meadows of Beckingham CID.” Julie rose an eyebrow on heari...

I felt more than heard the rustle of the sheets as she stood up next to the bed. I looked over to see her stretch, hands high above her head, the swell of her breasts more hinted at than shown, her auburn tresses halfway down her back in a tumble of curls. All this in two seconds and I could feel myself stirring already. I recalled last night, after dinner. She aggressively tore my clothes off, dropped to her knees and da...

Sunlight, the Pacific variety, was always death for her. Maybe something to do with her name—but probably not. Late in the day, when her skin glowed and released its stored warmth, freckles coming into existence over her nose like the stars above the horizon, then she felt tied to the earth itself, its titanic history. The sun sizzled to a puddle on the horizon, with the wind pushing the palms and music coming from the be...

It was early summer and I would need to take my vacation before those of my colleagues with families. My destination for this holiday was a sailing school based in an old converted Mersey ferry, moored permanently in the Salcombe River estuary.I was there for a sanity check on my progress since last year. So, no single-handed dinghy sailing, but assisted by an Instructor, assessing my capabilities. I was paired with Sue,...

JohnAnd they were at it again. Fucking rabbits I thought as I tried to concentrate on the book I was reading. The sound of moaning and the bed hitting the wall was driving me crazy. The apartment I had rented had such thin walls you could hear people talking on the other side.I knew that Jenny was alone at home. Her parents had left her for a weekend, and she had immediately invited her boyfriend Mike over. Jenny was a pr...