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I woke to the soft flutter of the drapes in the cool morning breeze. I lay alone on the bed. The French doors were open to the balcony. I climbed out of bed and stepped in a wet spot on the carpet. I barely had my foot dry when I stepped in a second puddle near the open doors. The balcony was empty but I heard raucous chatter coming from the kitchen below. I took a leak on the wall, threw on some jeans, and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs. "William!" Tully ran to me as I entered the kitchen. She was dressed in a white Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and tiny pink "70's" style sho

"Tully.." Chiyo rolled her eyes. "I've been calling her Natalia for over one hundred years, and now she wants to be called 'Tully'.." Tully stuck her tongue out at Chiyo. "William.." She stepped close to me as I stood up. "Yeah?" "William.." Tully put an arm around my back and leaned her face close to mine. "Yeah?" "Ohh William.." Tully set a hand on my bulging crotch and snuggled her body against mine. "Tully?" "Mmm.. William.." Tully began slowly humping the side of my leg. "William.." She whispered into my ear, "Fuck me!" I felt warm wettness sprea

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THE SORCERER'S APPRENTICE'S It was a Friday afternoon and the University was almost empty. A super cute little Asian girl, seated at a table near the bookcases, glanced at me. I felt myself growing hard. Had she been rubbing herself? Or had it been my imagination? Today I would meet our new FEMALE! roommate. I remembered the goofy look on Johnny's face as he finished off his fourth microbrew "You know that ad I posted on the housing board at campus?" "Yeah..?" I grabbed a microbrew and followed Johnny across the patio. It was the perfect cool Fall Fri

I know. The UFO stuff, like Bob Lazar was claiming, are more fun. But from what my friends have told me, and YouTube videos, the main things they are working on now, at Area 51, are unmanned high flying surveillance drones. Apparently the camera technology has become very good.

You have to be very careful. I don't like the idea of underage sex, and yet I have had stories rejected for "underage"... I will post a little excerpt as an example. My story "Grizzly Mountain" was rejected by Literotica for "underage". I think I have figured out what it was that they considered "underage" -- but it was NOT! When Billy and Ruka had sex at Grizzly Mountain they would fall asleep and have shared dreams. In one dream Billy is with Ruka -- as an adult -- but they are back in his childhood bedroom on an Army base. “Mmmm..” I looked down at Ruka’s flushed f

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I was involved with the Evangelical Christians after being involved with Catholicism, and I understand what you are saying. I stay away from the religions now. I am no longer a believer, and I think that groups as fragile as that can be a little dangerous. Definitely snowflake sensitive types. I suppose I'm being a little over-sensitive myself. Buy I still wonder if there isn't something about my writing style that people dislike. My editing is not always that great. I wrote this story originally first person, then switched it to second person -- and then I switched back agai

Years ago (1995) I had a friend who worked as a civilian airplane mechanic. He told me that he worked on the Area 51 base once. He said that the security there was ridiculous. He had escorts take him from the hotel to the hanger, and from the hanger to the cafeteria. He said that he had really wanted to get a peek at some of the new planes, but he never did.

I wonder if it's my characters personalities that some people can't stand. They're not necessarily self-righteous, or maybe not cocky and self-righteous enough?

It was the "growing hard" reference that got me suspended, but more explicitly sexual posts got little or no attention. This was a Catholic forum. It was part of a story I had tried to write years before and honestly didn't read it over carefully before posting it. Some little girl posted "What's wrong with giving boys blowjobs?" And somebody replied "Please, there is not supposed to be sexual discussions on this forum.". Some guy started another thread asking if Catholics could only have sex in the 'Missionary' position, because he preferred to have sex with his girlfriend in th

I used to be a Conservative Christian. I wish I could still believe but I don't. The forums I got banned from were 'Christian' forums and 'Conservative' political forums. I got emails that I had been banned, and my IP address was blocked from the forums. I got into conflicts because I criticized "Christians' -- not 'Christianity'. But I also got people VERY upset for posting parts of stories I considered harmless. One guy sent me the "Personal Message' ; "Pull your fucking head out of your ass, there are women in vocations, and young children on this forum!" Those were his exact words

Maybe I cross lines that I am not aware of. I have been banned from a half dozen websites. My stories in particular have been rejected by all websites but Peesearch and this one. But my non-pornographic stories seem to offend people as well and I've only had one postwd online. I'm trying to understand what people find so offensive. So for people who've read my stories, what am I doing? The people I seem to offend the most are the more "liberal" -- "progressive" -- Christians.

The 'cabin' wasn't huge, but it was bigger than I had anticipated possibly a two or three bedroom house. I parked the car and anxiously headed to the front door. It was unlocked, and I stepped inside. A small old style color TV sat on a little stand across from a large comfortable looking beige fabric couch. I crossed the room into the modest kitchen. It was just a simple older kitchen with linoleum counter tops and older appliances, but it was clean. The bedrooms? I followed the hallway past a little bathroom to two bedrooms. Both were furnished, but only one looked lik

"Professor Stone let me go! I won't tell! I won't! I won't!" Anna pleaded. They passed a truckstop and Professor Stone took a left down a dirt road. I opened my eyes slowly. I was tired but I needed to get moving. I'd given Professor Stone quite a beating but he was still alive. I could sense his anger -- his rage. "That's a good girl.." I saw nothing but a blur. "Stay in the bed Anna. You must rest and recover….. if you are to become our toy. You don't want us to have to get rid of you." Why hadn't I tuned into this second man earlier? I felt he was a former student. Hi

"She didn't just leave," I yelled at the computer screen, "..you had a big fight with her and you told her to leave!" "I made a mistake." The woman cried. "Well, she's with Lee.." "And how do you know that?" "I don't know.. it just comes to me. Did Joan know a guy named Lee?" "Yeah, he's a former boyfriend. But she can't be with him. He was abusive." "She's with him." "Wonderful.." The woman groaned. "Well I don't have any way of paying you." "Who cares I'm not doing it for money." "What? Why are you doing it?" "I don't know.". I clicked Ya

I aimed my penis at the side of dresser and watched my pee stream down the side onto the floor. My laptop sat on top of the dresser. On the screen was a scene from a Japanese 'Maid Cafe'. A very cute maid was attempting to take an order from some men at a table while one of the men fingered her under her skirt. Behind her a man was savagely fucking another equally cute maid, on the floor, while a line of men waited their turn. I had almost four hundred new emails, and I hadn't opened a single one. I really needed to sort through the emails and see if I had any that weren't reques

I was eating breakfast alone at my usual corner table but I felt a little anxious as I opened my laptop. It wasn't like I was looking at porn -- it was just email -- but I really didn"t want anybody to find out about my little 'business'. "Please help me find my grandma", caught my attention. She said that she was in New York, so she was a couple of hours ahead of me. "When we got up this morning grandma was gone..." She began the message than went on to describe her senile grandmother. "And the first thing you did was to look for a psychic -- to help you find her?" I groan

This is a naughty peeing story, with heterosexual sex. TO BE OR NOT TO BE, THAT IS THE QUESTION The curves of a woman were the first details I had become skilled at drawing. The breasts and... the other details.. of a woman's naked body were things I had to fake. Nipples really weren't very difficult, and the pubic area could just be drawn as a simple hairy bush, but the fine details were tricky. How could I make her really erotic? She turned and glanced at me and I pretended that I was reading something from my open design book. "Nice picture Will." Jim laughe

"Well here he comes." A tall guy who looked like an Asian model approached my Ranger. "Nice car.." Bruce said sarcastically as he walked up to us. "Bruce." I held my hand out. "I'm Rick." Bruce put his hands in his pockets. "You're the clown who got my sister pregnant?" "He's the clown." Wendi teased. Bruce ignored me. "Wendi, mom and dad are inside." He ran his fingers over the scraped up side of my Ranger. His tall blonde girlfriend lingered a little distance from us. "Yosh and Ann flew in from New York."They're both really stressed and really pissed. Be c

Fred landed us in the town of Papeete on the Island of Tahiti. He and Joon wanted to stay in Tahiti, so it just made sense. "Ann, what do you mean where am I?" Wendi practically yelled into the phone as we walked through the hot humid International Airport. "I'm in an airport! Rick and I are taking a little honeymoon….. Yeah so?...... So there's ukelele music here…. So you heard somebody speaking French. We're in a fucking airport! Don't worry we're not in Hawaii, or France….No, I can't tell you if we're in Mexico. It's a... secret… Yeah ….yeah…. Who cares if we can afford it

"Wendi, you wanted them to call. Talk to them!" "Why don't you talk to your parents Rick?" "It's hopeless. The only thing we would talk about would be my aunt and uncle's inheritance..." "You could give them some of the money." "They're already rich. They'll never be happy.." "I'll talk to them when we get to Tahiti. But now I'm going to go and use.." Wendi rolled her eyes, "..the restroom." She headed back into the plane. "Give it time." Fred's Korean wife, Joon, advised me. Fred's parents didn't approve of me, at first. Our relationship was never perfect

The craft of writing is so tricky. If you can write with the right feel it 'works'. But that only occurs from time to time with my writing. I can do something that I think is very clever but then people miss my point. Like my story "Losing My Religion" is not literally about losing a religious belief. It's a southern USA phrase that means "losing my temper" -- which also is a phrase that some people don't know. It basically means becoming angry and behaving in a way you shouldn't. But I threw in the conflict with the overly domineering ambitious University Christian group to furthe

"Wendi, you want to drop out of University?" I turned the steaks. "Well.." Wendi wandered over to the railing and gazed down at the street. She had changed into a small white men's dress shirt -- and nothing else other than sandals. People on the street probably couldn't see anything. "What am I going to do with a fucking accounting degree?" Wendi's phone rang in the livingroom. I followed her in with the steaks. "Ann!" Wendi studied the cover of a travel magazine on the coffee table. "How's New York? It must be great living in a place where everything you can't afford is s

I pulled up to the gate and clicked the remote. "Oh my God this place is fucking huge!" Wendi gave me a dazed look. "What do you call this style?" "I don't know. I think its a Bahamas style." I parked under the front entrance cover. "Wow, I like the fountains!" Wendi smiled. "Just part of the ambiance." I opened one of the large double doors." "Wow!" Wendi looked inside. "What does a chandelier like that cost?" "I have no idea." Wendy grinned, "If you have to ask then you can't afford it." She took her shoes off just inside the door. "And It's fully furnis