Y2K-Y Ch. 01

One thing that just about all of us has in common is our need to work to make a living. And when you think about it, we spend almost as much quality waking time with our coworkers as we do our buddies and family, especially during the week. I guess that's why the quality of the work environment is so important these days to each of us. ...

Yanari: Bitch

At last, after days of travel by foot, the long, straight, wide, hard, dirt-packed road came to an intersection. Yanari could turn back, continue ahead, or turn either left or right, as the roads crossed at perfect perpendicular angles. ...

Yankees vs. Mets

As a lifelong New York Mets fan I always looked forward to interleague play and when they face the cross town rivals the Yankees. I was invited to the house of a buddy who grew up to be a lifelong Yankee fan along with his wife Karen.
I brought a twelve pack of beer and a bag of pretzels which Karen took into the kitchen, my buddy John was in the living room waiting for me. ...

Yardwork Ch. 1

Finally, I was finished. I had been working in my new yard for over a week, trimming bushes and pruning trees, clearing and planting flower beds, cleaning up the little stream and grotto that was hidden from the house. Grotto will be a great place to escape if I ever get the time. I had hired out the pool work. I wanted to use it this decade. Remodeling that had to be done would be enough of a challenge for me. ...

Yardwork Ch. 3

Stephanie made me feel like a stud that afternoon. We woke slowly from our nap wrapped in each other's arms. She rolled me over on my back and went to the bathroom. She returned looking refreshed and had a hot washcloth in her hand. She used it to wipe our combined juices from me. Heat felt great and her touch was wonderful. Steamy heat and her touch were bringing back to life. ...

Yardwork Ch. 6

Afternoon sun was turning orange on the horizon. Carrie had finished her nap and was her bubbly self again, even though she didn't do a lot of sitting. I had heard her tell Beth that she had never hurt so good in her life. "Why doesn't he have a woman living with him, Beth? I sure am not complaining but if he tries to keep the whole committee satisfied, we are will kill him for sure. ...

Yashi's Cousin

She was the love of my life. But it was not like this in the beginning. In fact she would avoid looking in my direction. She would shy away, if I attempted to strike a conversation. She was like a dove scared of the predator. And predator I was. I wanted her ever that badly.
She was a young woman of eighteen, stepping into her womanhood but not yet defiled. I would lust for her. ...

Yeah, My Ass!

I am still surprised, as I walk into the store. Not surprised so much that I am in the store, but surprised as to the reason why I am there.
As the black doors close behind me, I adjust my eyes to the bright lights. I went to the store in the early afternoon, thinking I should have a relative degree of privacy. ...

Year of 1966: Late Winter

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Yearning for Him...

I was yearning for him. I could feel my vagina getting wet just at the thought of his hands brushing past my scantily clad breast. I could feel his warm breath as we danced close. I wondered what it would be like to feel his hands roaming all over my body, lingering over every inch as he would taste and feel his way to my soft wet mound. ...

Years Ago, Back in Texas

I have this experience to blame for all the many years of sexual deviance that followed. But first, a little bit of background.
Like a lot of kids, the moment I turned eighteen, I left home. Only I didn't have college to go to, but a job designing web pages 1,500 miles from where I grew up in Texas. ...

Yellow Ch. 03

I'd been living in my Grandparent's house for three weeks. I found myself sometimes referring to it as "Weathering Heights" but no one beside Mom and Wes got it.
"You make the perfect Catherine baby bro," Wes had said when he found me waiting at the end of the drive way for him one night when we had a huge rain storm. ...

Yellow Ch. 04

When I woke up the first thing on my mind was Reed and the way hehad looked while I was kissing him. I rolled over from my side to lie on my back, spreading my arms out over my head and smiled at the ceiling. There was something about Reed that made me feel, for lack of a better word, good.
I'd been so scared to talking to him, but after the first word, it came easily. ...

Yellow Fever

I saw her from afar. She was the pretty Asian girl I had been checking out for the past few hours. I knew absolutely nothing about her. But I knew that I had to get to know her better.
It was the last tournament of the 2001-2002 speech season and I was the top dog, the big cheese, the Captain of the Central High Speech Team next year. But that far, after I saw her, I didn't give a flying fuck about any of it. ...

Yellow G-string

My cousin Jess was gripping onto an empty wineglass in her distibute and lazily slurping a few corny words to a drunken guy leaning against a wall.
"Ooohhh...I like your stubble...It's that sexy... Like sandpaper." She said to the guy, touching his face and giggling. I could see where this was leading.
"Party's over, its time to go home. ...