Author's Note: This could have been titled "Bedding the Boss Pt. 03" but is intended to be a stand-alone story that happens to begin soon after parts one and two left off. And, whereas parts one and two were very much interdependent (and more or less lifted from a full-length novel) this adventure is almost exclusively new material, with a storyline in its o...
Authors Note: This is my nude day submission for this year. I hope you enjoy it, though it is not in one of my usual categories. Thank you very much to Veekay, whose help I would be lost without. I very much appreciate your proofreading/editing skills. "My husband's idea of foreplay is coming out of the bathroom after his shower, shaking his cock at me and...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 6 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. THE NEXT MORNING I woke up and groggily tried to reorient mysel...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. Summer 1987 Miriam Beckman laid back on the canvas and wood beach recliner, enjoying the midday sun as it spread across the Santa Monica hotel's veranda. The breeze off the ocean was a cool c...
Sorry for the delay. I hope I haven't killed whatever interest readers had in the story. Muriel recalls meeting Ben and Meg. There is FF sex, not that anyone seems to mind that. For those of you game enough to have read the earlier chapters, you'll recall it started as a voyeur/exhibitionist tale, moved into gay sex, then incest and group but always with...
Bright lights shined on Madelynn's unblinking, glazed eyes. An explosion of kaleidoscopic colors followed. Hundreds of multicolored sparkles swirled counter-clockwise in rapidly accelerating speed. A set of flexible metallic bra and panties, a web of micro suction cups attached to robotic tentacles, and myriad sensory stimulators composed mainly of worm-like...
Chapter One (Tuesday 19th October 2004) After indulging in an extravagantly extended gap year, approaching her supposedly "respectable" mid-twenties, Heather Hunter decided to settle in Bingley. Reliable old Dad had his misgivings about the place but she'd felt a buzz in the air, not to mention a sense of Bypass Boom. House prices were rising at crazy rate...
- Yesterday - Rich California countryside raced by the large glass window as the Southern Pacific's Coastline Express headed towards Los Angeles. The young, beautiful twenty-year-old in the window seat tried to lose herself in the ever changing tapestry, but try as she could, the redhead couldn't shut out the droning voice of the woman sitting next to her....
*** Week Two *** I woke up Monday morning moaning and shivering. I was confused and dazed until I realized what it was -- I was just at the tail end of an orgasm. I was on my side hugging my pillow. The sheets were soaked with perspiration, my hair was clingy and wet, and I was terrified. I couldn't remember who it was, in my dream, that I had been making l...
Foreword Hello, hello, hello, Davina here again . . . but please feel free to call me Dave. It seems ages since I last contributed. In fact I just checked and it is almost a year. A whole year and no contact at all. What am I like! Please, please excuse my atrocious bad manners. My last instalment covered a week in Lanzarote with Sinead, followed by a wee...