Richard Hart tells a story of an older man and younger woman who have a passionate fantasy affair. It is a an adventure of passion and romance which is in three parts: The Meeting, The Rendezvous, and The Island. Part II: The Rendezvous I half expected to see Jocelyn's face as I stepped through the door into the terminal even though I knew her plane wouldn...
There was an awkward moment of profound silence after Peter closed the door. They smiled nervously at each other as Peter lifted a hand and softly stroked the side of Jennifer's face. With head down and hands clasped before her, she waited, feeling a sudden chill of apprehension. He voiced his innermost thoughts. "Right now, I feel like the luckiest man a...
“Hello?” “Hi.” “Todd?” “Hi. Surprised?” It was an understatement. My heart had leapt into my throat at the first sound of his voice. Years had passed since we had last spoken, our ways parting gently and without anger. But something in his voice still made my heart pound, my blood pump, an instant arousal spread through me like a flood. “Todd…” I couldn...
Note: This story is mainly oriented around setting the story up for later installments, so it will take a while for the sex to get started as a result of getting the story told. Thanks for your co-operation. ***** "Four threes," James stated slowly, lowering his cup back over his dice, his hand having obscured my view of them. I looked under my cup. 1, 3,...
Glenside could be described as the perfect neighbourhood. It's the kind of neat suburban community where everyone likes to fit in, and everyone knows what's expected of them. So, when a house becomes vacant, there's always a feeling of trepidation about who the new occupants might be, and whether they'll be 'one of us'. It's particularly unsettling when ne...
There it was, in obscenely banal black and white: her grandfather's will. He'd been dead for years, and she'd heard rumors about the disposition of his estate, but she'd certainly never expected to see the actual document, much less have it casually handed to her as if it were a grocery receipt and not a real person's final words to his loved ones. Her moth...
"Emily comes next weekend' Isabella tells me. We're naked together in her bed, having made love a half hour prior followed by some nice cuddling. My cock throbs involuntarily at the mention of Emily's visit. "I see you are excited!" she jokes. Luckily in the darkness she can't see my embarrassment. "Yeah," is my only reply. "I am actually excited to meet h...
It was the cottage I'd always wanted. Set at the head of a valley that sloped down towards the sea and surrounded by wooded slopes, it came with a decent-sized garden, a couple of fields (for which I had yet to find a use), and a swimming pool which I could use if I felt too idle to walk the mile down to the beach. I call it a cottage but in fact it's quite...
A few miles into her hike, Cara was aching. It wasn't because the trail was hard, or that she was out of shape. The ache radiated from her between her legs. She was sure her cutoffs had been comfortable last time she'd worn them, but today, they rode up and were pressing hard against her clit with every step. "God damn it," she whispered. The pretty 20-year...
Our story starts in a classroom much like any other. This classroom is decked in the school colors of blue and white. The walls have many posters with quotes pertaining to science such as "The limits of the possible can only be defined by going beyond them into the impossible," and "The chance of the bread falling with the butter side down is directly propor...