Amy was playing on her piano in her living room. Playing the piano is her hobby. The piece she was playing Beethoven's Fur Elise. As she played, Kevin quietly walked into the living room with a bouquet of roses that were lavender (love at first sight), orange (heart's desire), and red (romance and love). He softy placed the rose bouquet on her lap. Then, h...
This is an entry for the 2013 Halloween Contest. Be sure to place your vote and check out other entries. Thanks. **** "It's that offensive line, man," Gary said. "You can't do anything with a line that's in shambles." I took a drink of my beer and nodded. "I wish they would've spent some money on that instead of those puny running backs and receivers t...
There's one tradition at the Super Bowl, besides games that don't match the hype, that always holds true. That's the really dumb, overblown halftime show. So instead of watching P Diddy, Kid Rock and Nelly lose whatever credibility they have left, gawking at Janet Jackson lip synching badly and wondering whether a certain child molesting freak is gonna show...
Five 15. Slovakian food for five, and then a rousing game of Scrabble. Spring, the second year Lifting my head, I see my love coming toward me across the bed on her hands and knees. Her face glows wetly, covered with Amy's cream. My mouth hangs open in a silent scream of passion and our eyes meet. She is so gorgeous, tendrils of her dark hair plastered...
Disclaimer: All rights to the characters, objects, etc. are owned by CE Webber, Sydney Newman and the BBC Network. ***** Martha Jones was sitting in her study reading the newspaper. She turned down her low jazz playing and listened carefully. In the distance, a groaning and thud could be heard. Martha couldn't believe what she was hearing. She grabbed her...
This is the last story in my "Manhattan Girl" trilogy. There are 13 chapters, the story is complete, and the chapters will post in rapid succession. I would like to sincerely thank Gaius Petronius for editing for me, and IanSaulWhitcomb for beta-reading. I am extremely grateful to know you both. Votes and comments appreciated. ***** The slight incline ca...
"Wow, its starting to pour." Amy said looking out of the kitchen window. 'How appropriate' I thought to myself. It had been one of those dreary suffocating fall days that drowns your psyche. I was already a bit out of sorts. I had met Kate at the "Werks" earlier for our "Saturday" conversation, but she hadn't been her normal self. She was polite as we chatt...
Amy walked slowly across the room, still wet from the pool, water dripping off her beautiful body. As she reached the edge of the bed, she looked back over her shoulder. The smoldering glance beckoned more powerfully than any words, even the words in her letters. Perhaps, I should explain. When Amy and I were going out in the mid-1990s, I took a summer job...
Amanda yawned and stretched to pop her joints. She didn't have classes that day, though Amy did. Despite the Amazon's protests, Amanda convinced her to go, largely to let her body relax after last week and the subsequent nights thereafter. Turned out she could only handle so much of Amy's new size. Her pussy ached in satisfied exhaustion, still loose from la...
Morning came as morning does, the slow rise of the sun upon the eastern horizon, the gradual brightening of the day and the quickening of life to meet the day. My waking up was shocking, about 45 pounds of excited 4 year old landed on me in my sleep. For most people this might of been a near normal thing, but given my recent history, it almost scared me to...