A story based in North West England (UK). The names have been changed to protect the guilty. A married couple need a spark. Then they meet Sarah and Steve... ***** His groans and her excited, high pitched squeals, pierced the calm silence of the early Sunday morning, disturbing the sweet singing of the blackbirds outside in their small suburban garden....
Author's note: This is my first attempt to write a story with multiple viewpoints. While I welcome your comments on any aspect of my stories, I ask you to comment on my handling of the viewpoint presentation. I thank you in advance for taking time to read my efforts, for the mostly good votes on the taboo submissions and especially for the critical comments...
It had been nearly two years since my wife had unexpectedly passed away. It had been a very rough two years, not only on myself, but on my stepdaughter Melinda. Ironically, Kathy and I had met several years ago at one of those support groups for recent widows and widowers. Kathy's husband, Melinda's father had been killed the very same night that Melinda was...
Alexis Carter returned home from the late shift, turned on the light as she closed the front door behind her, and stooped to pick up the small bundle of letters, mostly bills, from the floor. She quickly sorted through them and sighed. Today was her thirty seventh birthday and she had two cards. One from her friend Mary who worked with her on the Deli count...
It was dusk as we drove across the Great Salt Desert towards the Rocky Mountains, which were looming on the horizon in the east. Well, it was getting closer to dusk. The sunlight was fading in the rear view mirror, and I had turned the headlights on. I looked at my watch, and it was just before 8:00...but it was still set on Eastern Time, and that had me con...
There's nothing quite like standing at the luggage carousel of an airport, waiting for your bags to arrive. The scene is the same everywhere. People craning their necks, looking...hoping...praying that the items they gave the airline will actually show up on that magical moving belt. It's a little like Russian roulette. Someone's going to get the bullet in t...
This is Part 2 of a two-part story. You should read Part 1 if you haven't already otherwise all this will leave you with lots of questions about who, what, why, where, when and how. I hope you enjoy the story. Please vote and send me your comments. ### Six Months Later I still thought about Kim everyday in spite of my resolutions to the contrary. How coul...
The icy half-rain, half-snowflakes swirled in the wind and caught in the artificial light of the motorway lighting and car head lamps that lit up the way. They battered down on the windscreen of James's car. The wipers worked hard and clicked rhythmically as they arced back and forth, clearing the flakes that appeared to melt as soon as they hit the wet wi...
TO THE READER: this story includes several characters from the series of Jason Garrett stories and takes place simultaneous with them; however, this story is not part of that series. With the exception of Dr. Richard Skeen, all characters and events are entirely fictional. Hi! My name is Tara Zelino, and I love cum. Yes, you read that right. I love cum. I...
Author's note: This is an update of a story published here many years ago. For fans of How [K]itten Met [T]eddybear, this is the story of Pedro de la Garza, whom Sheila meets in Brooklyn. There is extensive cross dressing, but not for erotic reasons. Prologue Los Angeles: 2001 Two attractive, and mostly naked, college freshmen were having a blast. They wer...