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After completing "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" I was approached via E-mail by Rachael Ricci Swede and asked if I would consider writing a story idea she had. After a few emails I was intrigued by her idea and agreed to write it. While Chapters 5, 8, and 9 are largely collaborative and have developed into a full writing partnership with Rachael Ricci Swede,...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 or over. ***** THE PRODIGAL Another passing storm dumped its load all over the penned yacht, tugging restively at her moorings in the buffeting gusts. This endless parade of thunderheads reminded the old man of belligerent drunks, wandering the streets after lockout, banging on doors. It had been r...
As Deana walked through the open door of their suite on the upper floor of The Club she heard the unmistakable sounds of raucous sex. She soon identified the source of the sounds, coming from the master bedroom. Her husband had guests. She had her pareo draped over a shoulder and was otherwise nude. It seemed that most people moved toward round the clock nu...
The box was plain white plastic except for a shipping label embedded beneath a sheet of clear plastic on the top at one corner. The address was correct, but the name of the receiver was a B. Rosenberg. Stacy searched the sky for the delivery drone that had dropped it on her balcony, but it was long gone. Sighing, she bent to examine the box. The shipper's na...
Josh had always loved returning home for the summer. True, it had been his choice to go to school across the country, to experience the Northeast—but he still missed home. There was nothing like coastal central California. His parents, who still lived in the same house he grew up in, lived just a mile from the Pacific Ocean, and year-round the weather was co...
Keith will get the bull whip and the fedora out again. Indiana Jones, last year, the year before, and the year before that. Not that he has any particular fondness for the films. Years ago, one of his clients invited us to their own Halloween gig and Keith had the fedora up in the closet already, don't ask me why. He bought or borrowed the rest and that's...
Hi there and happy New Year to every one of you avid readers of erotica. Now, as usual I warn all of you who hate my style and are offended by my tales. STOP HERE... STOP NOW!! I find it humorous that you keep reading my shit (are you still reading now?) and that you are still posting your mad rants. Why...? Do you secretly like cuckold themed stories abou...
First of a seven part series. The characters and situation will make vastly more sense if you first read the original Suzanne's Supreme Night of Poker Series, but this is not absolutely necessary. For those who find the ideal Loving Wives story to be one which is law-abiding, strictly monogamous, involving only the highest moral standards, church-sanctione...
Author's note: I'd like to thank readers for their constructive comments about my more recent stories. I have taken those comments into consideration, and have endeavoured to build more personalities and feelings into the characters. This latest story maybe a little controversial and I would appreciate reader feedback, the question is: was Nina right to do w...