This story is a work of fiction with fictitious characters over the age of 18. *************************** As a business traveler with a very large territory, I spend more hours on the road than I care to count. Late meetings, traffic and road construction all make my misery exponentially more miserable. When you spend 8-hours a day selling, 3-5 hours dri...
O barely makes it through the door before she passes out on my ottoman. I take her shoes off and cover with a blanket that she almost immediately kicks off. In my room, I sit down on my bed and take out her card again. The temptation to text her right now is overwhelming, but I'm assuming this works the same way as with guys. Gotta play it cool. I strip do...
It was a cold, snowy day, and I was sitting at home, alone and bored. My mom had the kids for the day because I was supposed to work, but the office called and said they didn't need me. I puttered around, trying to keep myself busy, but the boredom quickly returned. The thing was, I couldn't stop thinking about her -- about the girl I met last night. I've...
God Loves All His Children: Santa Muerte The air-conditioner hummed in Dr Cynthia Parnell's office. Turned up all the way, it made an overbearing noise. From the window, certain shops and businesses could be seen. In their windows, carved pumpkins grinned at the sweating passers-by. To open a window would be to let hot air in. Dr Parnell checked the electr...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is part of a series of stories that center around a lesbian relationship and lesbian sex. However, there is a nonconsent scene in this story that some of my normal readers may find difficult. Thanksgiving Weekend . . . The cold air of the early morning blew around the Big Mart building, punishing those lined up outside the store...
Note to readers: This is a sequel to my story "Sensitive Research." While I had decided to end the story, I have had a number of readers contact me about whether I was writing a sequel, and I found that I missed the characters. So I've decided to write this sequel, which picks up a while after the end of the original tale. There is a brief recap of the earli...
At first, when I opened that little white envelope, I thought it must be some kind of joke. A silly gag gift, given to maybe make fun of me; and for an office party it was certainly in bad taste. I mean who had ever heard of a gift card for an erotic website? Turning it over, I had seen a full set of instruction on how to use it. Simple to follow. In fact,...
These stories are meant for people who are Adults. If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read. I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time. The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to. If you like t...
I fully intended for this to be submitted before Christmas. Thanks life, for keeping me too busy to edit! 😅 ****** Emily was in trouble. Her self control was usually great, as was her self discipline. She could restrict herself when it comes to splurging on food, or more than one glass of wine on a weeknight, or buying those new boots her cousin had but...
Natalie settled into her overstuffed armchair, pulled close to the small space heater. The wind howled, rattling the windows as it rattled Natalie's nerves. Sipping hot tea, she stared at her journal opened before her. This was Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year, and she had been spending the evening focusing on the fact that she was alone, and h...