Non-Consent/Reluctance

Angie drove home not expecting her husband to be there as usual, his job always kept him until the wee hours of the morning on the weekends. Hunter’s was a manager and bartender at the local nightclub, which had often made Angie wonder how much of the young clientele he sampled as well. He never came home smelling like anything other than beer and smoke, but she wished just every now and then he would show her the same devotion he did his job. They had just had an argument over that very

I never thought that I would be living the life that I am, but I couldn’t be happier. I have been married to my wife Valerie for the last 12 years, and up until about a year ago, we were probably a normal couple. It’s the last year that really makes our life worth writing about, but I guess I should really start at the beginning.

Valerie and I met during my last year in college. I was attending a college here in Ohio, and Val was working as a waitress as one of the bars near campus.

Jenn tried to hail a cab outside the bar. She had just finished a very long day of meetings, and they hadn’t gone well. She was anxious to catch her flight home tomorrow. She missed her seven year old son, and was looking forward to watching him play baseball this weekend. She tried to hail a few cabs, even going so far as to flash her long, built, silk attired legs. When none stopped, she decided to walk to the hotel.

It wasn’t that far, and she could use the time and fresh air to

Elena was a quiet, thoughtful young woman, not yet completely comfortable on the new campus. She’d transferred from her local community college at the beginning of her sophomore year, and was finding the large state university to be not only hundreds of miles from her home, but worlds away from it as well.

She dressed modestly for classes, and on first glance, most would not notice the beautiful figure she kept well-hidden.

She had full, 34-D breasts with unusually large aureolas and

It was a beautiful day and I was beginning a four day weekend. Sitting in my favorite chair with today’s paper and an ice cold beer my peace was suddenly shattered by the sound of broken glass. Instantly I knew the cause, my neighbor’s son Brian and one of his friends were playing catch when a throw got away. I went outside and to his credit Brian apologized and owned up to it. I felt a bit sorry for him, he lost his dad 3 years ago when he was only six and was being raised by his

It was just a few weeks before graduation, my daughter Tracy who had been a member of the cheerleading squad had come and asked my wife and me if she could have an overnight party with the girls on her squad as a sort of graduation, going away thingy since most of them probably wouldn’t be seeing one another again after that. Already eighteen by then, and wanting to give her a little more freedom and trust since she too would be going away to school in a few months, my wife and I agreed

Like many college students I take classes at all hours, after working a long day, I have night classes to face. All those subjects I never wanted to take, but have to, or I don’t get that beloved piece of paper that says I’m qualified to do my job. We park in deserted lots, huge fields of cement, that blend with the darkness as if waiting for the night to come.

Walking to my car alone at night isn’t really dangerous, although, I would get a little thrill as the cold bit through my clothes, and

I slept in. So sue me. I had the day off so I was entitled. I had exactly nothing planned for the day and that was what I was going to do.

Oh, yeah, I suppose you’re wondering who I am. My name is, believe it or not, Glowing Beam of Amber Moonlight. I go by the name of Amber, for reasons that should be self-evident. There should be a law against parents getting naming rights when they choose names like that. I’ve found Amber to be a much more respectable name.

I’m twenty,

“What’s wrong, Zaccheus?”

“What? Nothing.”

“Nothing. Right.”

Arif crossed the room we shared and took two glasses and the decanter from the dresser and came back to where I stood, looking out our small window over the garden. He filled one crystal challis and offered it to me. I took it and drew in a taste of the warm port, turning back to the soothing vista of night sky and moonlit garden. Arif remained by my side, sipping from his glass.

“Tell

Roy Bailey was limping home, he had been attacked and beaten again by his tormentor, and he swore that when he got older, bigger and wiser, he would have his revenge, totally!

At 18 he was still too much of a boy, and not enough of a man, although he didn’t regard Ricky Thomas who was almost 21 as much of a man either. To be able to defend himself, The bastard was much bigger and stronger than he was, and a whole lot nastier.

His rep was known far and wide. Roy’s problems began when