Our holiday over, Tom and I are back at home, returned to the humdrum of our normal lives. Well, almost! This last chapte- but-one of my story is a little longer than usual, I think you readers would crucify me if I split this one up. It was to be a very special day for me. I hope you enjoy reading about it. Chapter 17: Karen One evening, not very long af...
I was sitting in the far corner of the reading room inside the Parker Family Mansion, a sprawling one hundred and fifty year old sugar plantation located on the Savannah River, with my older brother Jason and we were doing what we did best, gossip. Good old fashioned "did ya hear about?" between the two of us, facilitated I was sure by the joint I had press...
I need to get laid. Badly. It's been nearly four months, and I'm horny as fuck. I don't usually mind the winter dry spell, that time between the holidays and the first sunny days of spring when it's too cold and wet and gray here in Seattle to go out at night. It's a chance to focus on myself, a little enforced me time. Curling up with a good book and a gla...
*Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Description of symbols. ' Chapter 1 Professor Huxton marched up and down the aisles, slapping tests down on students' desks as he went. He continued to whine in his high-pitched nasal voice about poor study habits, poor note taking, not following through with th...
My last tale (Forever Autumn) wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs so I thought I'd make amends by indulging in a little more whimsy (and hope to please those of my readers who have told me I should write more tales like this). Characters in sex scenes are eighteen years old or over. All characters and places are imaginary—any resemblance to persons living or...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations. It was...
[Authors Note: The term cunny is prevalent in the anonymous erotic fiction of Edwardian England. It is roughly analogous to the word pussy and is used in this manner. None of my research revealed a similar term that is congruent with the time period of this story, which is late 17th century. If any of my readers know of a less anachronistic term I would grea...
Author's Note: This two-chaptered story was motivated by a sufficient number of nice folks asking me variations of the following question: "So whatever happened to Berry from 'Strawberries & Bubblegum'?" Don't worry, you don't have to be one of these people, or even understand the question they posed, to find "Berry's Second Chances" entertaining. You just...
In the darkest, coldest part of the night, four hours before dawn, Mary Durham escaped from the only home she had ever known. For five hours she had lain awake in bed beside her husband, counting the seconds off on her fingers until they were sore and cramping. Slipping noiselessly from beneath the blankets, she crept through the pitch-black room. Unwillin...