***Disclaimer***As you'll see, this story contains aspects of erotic nature that require a suspension of disbelief. Originally written as a roleplay piece by two authors, The Chosen One has been edited to better suit the erotic-novella medium. I/we are always looking at ways of improving our literary skills, so leave a comment if you enjoy it - especially so...
CHAPTER 1: STRONG HAND The cold water ran over Moralez's prosthetic fingers as he held them beneath the flow of the faucet, turning them over, flexing them as the liquid poured across the tread-like pads that helped them grip objects. He could feel the chill on the black polymer that encased the machinery and electronics within, as if it was his own skin,...
Spring meant rainy weather and that translated into a weekday squash match rather than weekend tennis. This spring also brought on change in more than the weather. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. My playing partner, Jim Schenck, suggested the old downtown Athletic Club. A new facility recently opened in the suburbs and the Athletic Club faded away as it t...
Sometimes summer is more than just a season. Sometimes it's an entire world; it's lifetimes; it's emotions. In this world, these lives and these hearts, summer burns from within. *** *** *** I knew I had a problem on my hands when the sight of her painted toenails captivated me. There was plenty to catch a man's eye, no lie. But her pink nails were the fla...
This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Too many readers don't vote. I need your vote. Please vote. * Middle-aged man finally wins the heart of a beautiful woman half his age. * Better than 50 yard line seats at a football game, almost as good as watching two women stripping one another naked in a catfight, sitting front row center across from the net whe...
Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. As always YMMV. You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you. This story is fiction and as such is protected under the first amendment....
This is Part Two of a two-part story. ***** When I saw Tina's number a few paragraphs before the end of her letter, I subconsciously reached for my phone even before I was done reading. I began crying when I started the letter, but by the last few paragraphs, I was bawling like a child. I don't know that it really mattered what Tina would have said to me...
This story is the stand-alone continuation of the Pixie, Joy and Me, and expands on several of the characters featured in my story The Loving Porn Queen -- specifically, Mel -- the Pixie, and Doug, her husband. The dedicated reader may notice a few details differ between this and the earlier story (Porn Queen, especially Chapters 4 and 5). I invite you to se...
To all the message leavers, really sorry about the delay. I had laptop issues that saw me lose almost half of the last chapter after a shitload of work, and meant that I had to go back to an older saved version and re-write a whole load of stuff that I'd felt really good about first time and it's never as good, at least it doesn't seem like it; but Hey, that...
Prologue I come home from work on 8th November to find Ava crying inconsolably on our bed, a little piece of white plastic clutched in her fist. "How long have you been here?" I ask gently, taking her in my arms and kissing her loose chestnut curls. She doesn't answer so I ask again, "What time did you take the test?" "At five," Ava hiccups indistinctl...