(Dedicated to my most wonderful sweetheart Deni, my honey, my darling, my mentor, my inspiration! And to Penny, my 'precious' Penny, my Australian darling. These are some of the most important people in my life! They have a very special place in my heart and can never ever be fulfilled by anyone else. I love you Deni. I love you Penny.) I felt her whole bo...
When Saturday night came, Ashley and Monica went to the sushi restaurant to meet up with their new friends. After being dropped off by their Ubers, they entered the restaurant and greeted the hostess. "Hi!" said Ashley as she approached the hostess. "May we have a table with Vicky or Christine?" "Of course," said the hostess. She brought them to a sectio...
This is the second part of a four part story, so it won't make sense if you don't read that first. All characters are over 18. ***** The morning light began to stream through the bedroom window as I regained consciousness. It wasn't my bed, but that didn't alarm me. I was alone, though, and that I didn't like. I started to sit up, but the air was cold, so...
Introduction: Hello there, I figure it's been a long time. In my defence, I'd only say that I was taking time to deliver a story worth the wait. You never really know if you have it, but you can't refrain from trying. I hope you enjoy it as much as the previous series. Vani, an elite lawyer by profession, has a dilemma which seems to eat her day in and out....
Four Samba stood still as the white woman stepped out of her hut. She was very excited; her fingers kept touching the hard thing that encircled her neck. As every Amazon knew, that was a bulawa – and the woman had given her one! She lay down on her cot and closed her eyes, trying to remember. It had been a long time ago, many years before her grandmother w...
Age Disclaimer: All characters engaging in any sexual acts described in this story are at least eighteen years of age. If it had been anyone else besides Amanda calling to wake Hayley up after two, maybe three hours of sleep and dared to be cheery while Hayley wanted nothing more than to be allowed to be aggressively pissed off at everyone and everythin...
What is reality? What is fiction? Isn't all writing ultimately autobiographical? At least, shouldn't good writing seem that way? In the end, does it matter as long as it's a good story? My wife and I made love this morning, and afterward she brought me a cup of coffee in bed. (Have I ever mentioned that she is wonderful?) While we snuggled together,...
Part 1: Maid service Claire Madigan is an eighteen-year old beauty from Tucson, Arizona. After taking up golf at the age of nine, she soon showed the natural talent that would earn her an LPGA card at seventeen. Now out of high school, her first year on the pro tour has yielded four top ten finishes including a second at the Players and a tie for third at...
This is the continuation of 'The Artist and her young lover' and it will make little sense unless you have read the first part. To Recap: Milly's wife, a police officer, was killed and her friend's daughter, Fiona, provided comfort through Milly's grief. The following year Fiona decides to study at university, near to Milly's home and spends a lot of time...
It feels like forever since I have posted a story. Here is a sweet one for you all. Enjoy! XOXO SkylerLuv ****** My lungs are on fire. The rhythmic pattern of my feet hitting against the treadmill begin to slow. I jog the last ten minutes to cool down. The cool water traveling down my throat helps some of the burn but it doesn't completely get rid of it....