Author's note: I appreciate your feedback and enjoy the thought that you are getting off on my writing! Please forgive grammar or spelling mistakes as I was getting off as I wrote it! Thanks again for your feedback and don't forget to vote! * * * * * The blue pickup slowly drove down through the hills toward Oak Valley. The instructions rested on the bench...
Author's note: This is a slower-moving, more character driven piece. There's some sex at the end, but it's mostly building towards the next two chapters. I'm writing each chapter from a separate point of view. This chapter is Robert's; we'll see the story from other characters' perspectives in subsequent chapters. Enjoy, vote, comment! ***** It's good to f...
I want to give a big thanks to the editor of this story, a very clever and patient lady called Bella Mariposa. Where this reads fluently and clearly, it is down to her. The rubbish bits are all my own doing. I was thirty nine when I first stopped feeling young. I was sitting at a table in a pub watching a striking young woman I called Cat - a stranger unt...
The water ran down her in multiple rivulets both narrow and wide, flattening her hair to her and accentuating her curves. With her eyes closed, her face was tilted upward to be splashed directly with the hot spray. Her right leg was purposely bent forward, hiding the treasure nestled between her thighs. "Raise your hands up as if you're about to cup them t...
This was a challenging project. Bobby contacted me about writing a story with some very interesting parameters. The story is his story. All of the action, all of the events and many of the people contained within are fictional. However, they all are based in fact, and were things the real life characters were willing to do,and turned on by. Most of the char...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers. Yes, I need an editor and no I don't want an editor. If that bothers you, quit reading. Yes, it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes this is in the wrong category, yes...
I guess you could say I was a fairly regular married guy when all of this started. I had a pretty good job working at the water department for a large city, a house, and a couple of car's in the driveway. I loved my wife of six years, Marci and felt like one pretty lucky guy whenever I was with her. Marci's 5' 4" 105 pounds, a 36-C with long light brown hair...
NOTE: This story contains *INTERRACIAL* sex. It also has wives have sex with other men. Please do not read this story if cannot deal with these genres. It is amazing how many people ignore such warnings and leave nasty comments and send all sorts of veiled threats. Also, I'm not a professional writer, so there are chances of bad grammar and vocabulary. Ther...
Eliza marvelled at the old stately Manor as her taxi made the transition from barely paved road to gravel pathway. Sure the Pennington estate was long derelict and working for the National Trust seemed a bit menial for a Cambridge graduate, but without anyone who wanted to vouch for her, curator of an obscure part of history was better than the myriad of job...
The cab drove away and Paula took a deep breath before walking through the doors of the restaurant. Robin, the Maitre d', was his usual obsequious self as he greeted her. 'A pleasure as always,' he said. 'And Mister Ellis?' 'Seb sends his best,' she said. 'I'm meeting Saskia this evening. Girl's night out.' 'This way, please.' He led her to her usual ta...