The house was abuzz on Saturday with the preparation of the evening meal. The activity brought back sweet but painful memories for Joel, he missed his family many of whom had died in the concentration camps. He watched the ease in which Kenji and Patricia interacted with each other, their children and family. It occurred to him that it was quite a mixture, J...
Mike takes Luisa to an elite party of the super wealthy and ruling class men of New York, mostly accompanied by their sugarbabies. In Memories of Murder (submitted under Erotic Couplings) we met Luisa, who likes to tease herself with her own nudity, and then decides to enter the wintry outdoors wearing a thin T shirt and no bra, only to find no male taker...
After Vicki's shallow breathing return to normal, after her pulsating pussy stopped pulsating, after the glazed eyes came back into focus, we could talk about our upcoming plans. "You remember Sandy?" she asked. "How could I have forgotten so soon?" I replied, "Your not-so-shy cousin. Why do you ask?" "She's coming to stay with me for a week next month...
This story has already been posted elsewhere with the pen-name texrep. Kezza67 and texrep are the pen-names I use for my stories. This is a story of fiction. Any resemblance to people alive or dead, or institutions are coincidental. Please be aware that the ending is somewhat poignant. Life isn't always fair and happy. * CHAPTER ONE How do we define life...
I'm not sure exactly why that day was the day that I finally managed to make my public debut as Stacy, my female alter ego. I had thought about going out many times before but every time as I prepared myself for the outing I always found a reason to chicken out. Sometimes my make-up wasn't right, other times it was my hair. I would be worried that my outfit...
A New Plaything © I was at a football game one night, not to watch the football players, but to surreptitiously watch the cheerleaders, when I saw Becky standing in front of the bleachers. I walked over to her to say hi, and when she acknowledged me, I asked her, "Who is that girl on the far right? I don't think I've ever seen her before." "Are you talking...
Milt's body wasn't discovered until late the next morning. A homeless man looking for a place to spend the day found the body and went to get the police. The man was questioned and then released after his whereabouts for the evening before and that morning were verified. News of the body spread like wildfire and it wasn't long before the area surrounding t...
Lynn sat in her car. She'd worn a large t-shirt over a bra that didn't at all fit properly, even at the furthest clasp. She wore her black yoga pants and the fabric stretched over her ass. Her tail rasped slowly over the wide elastic band around the waist as it moved. She'd tried to hide the tail in the pants but it hurt to have it bunched up. She couldn't p...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Flood tide: The period between the low tide and rising of the water to high tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him. He...
Taking yet another glance at the clock on the kitchen wall, I drummed my fingers on the breakfast bar. This was torture. It'd be another twenty minutes before Drew came to collect me. Why had it only taken half an hour to get ready? Of course, I knew why. Afraid I'd get held up at the shop at closing time, I'd set my alarm for stupid o'clock this morning so...