He looked down before entering her and gazed upon her magnificent breasts. Even supine, they weren't much flattened. At fifteen years his junior, she was really more than he could handle, but he loved trying, and he loved her. She was insatiable—perfect for him because he could have her whenever he wanted, but not so much for her because it was not nearly of...
(Author's note - This story was written in response to an email from a reader of one of my earlier pieces. He asked me to write something involving characters with certain specific traits and incorporating a list of particular plot events. I think I've met almost all of his requests. If anyone else has a character or plot which they would like me to try to w...
A tale of Southern charm, lust, love, sorrow, and a little bit of magic. Chapter One: The Scent of Magnolias It happens every Spring, or when I close my eyes and feather dust the pale yellow dry perfume oil lightly all over my body. The magnolias, sweet magnolias, are blooming…and I can scarce draw a breath with the thoughts the sweet odor evokes in...
**This article is for internal use only. Not for release outside the Institute, except as required by law.** My Interview with the Professor by Stephanie Weingarten The first notes I have are from my walk-in to her Fabrics and Materials class. My visitor's tag was waiting, and I was soon wandering the elegant but functional halls. As befit (I have to avo...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. The miracle is not a person jumping into a torrent to save another. It is the dozen who form a chain to pull them both out. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. There is a bit of mangling of the Ili...
I sat up at the edge of the bed still naked. I rubbed my sleep filled eyes waiting for them to adjust to the attack of the morning sun. Why don't hotels have curtains that fully black out the windows? I was starting to calculate the possible monetary reasons when I figured it was too late to matter now. I was awake an hour earlier than I desired but, awake n...
Chapter 1 - Sam I first noticed her when I was walking through the reception area. Maybe it was the fact that she was very attractive, and the way she glanced up from the magazine she was pretending to read. She looked at me, then dropped her eyes, then looked again. The second look was quick, a glance like a dog might give you when it is slinking away. No...
It wasn't the first visit to Aunt Sandra's home; Jean's family often spent long weekends there. This visit would bring change, though Jean would not understand the full impact for another twenty years. Unlike the other cousins, aunts, and uncles, Sandra had never married. Jean had never seen her with a man either. That first afternoon alone, it was a topic...
Holidays have always been a special time for me, many of my childhood memories still fill my head. My most memorable Christmas experience as an adult began on the Friday before Christmas a couple years ago. I was locked in a tiny storage room at the office with my pants down around my ankles, banging the shit out of a big-titted brunette bimbo from the acco...
Important; The Sub-Chapters IVa and IVb posted earlier are now merged with the parent Ch. IV. with Ch. 3c, which was posted earlier. The story is based on some true incidences ;nothing has been added or concealed unnecessarily. ----------------------------------- I had a clear view of greenhouse through the window and the split I had made in the synthe...