This could turn into a real romance story, but I also considered putting this in Erotic Couplings. ***** I had always thought it just wholly unfair that men could screw around all that they wanted, and they became studs, while women who did that were just sluts, and maybe I was just determined to break that tradition, for political reasons, don't you know,...
I call him a germaphobe, but that isn't exactly accurate. It's more complicated than that, just like everything else in life. I didn't actually find out the truth until a few months after we'd met, when I was head-over-heels in love with what I thought was the perfect man. He seemed to be everything a girl could want in a man; educated, intelligent, strikin...
Part 37: Something new I have decided to change the way I present this material. Due to having less and less long stretches of free time to write me, Sharon's emails have become less regular and a little more disjointed. There are times when she has to quit in the middle of a story, and the next time she writes she starts telling me about a new adventure an...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the thoughts or actions of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money off writing it. A/N: Guess I'm in the mood to write again. Not too long ago I did a Sin City story and that got the ol' wheels in my perverted hea...
You may want to read Part one before reading this part. Again, thanks to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan for making my stories a much better read. Chapter 2 Brenda Speaks I need to let everyone know how stupid I was. I had a wonderful man that I truly loved, in fact, I still love him but I know I'll never have him again. We've been divorced nine years...
The figure beside her stirred slightly; Tessa's hand slid down between her ass cheeks, and a softly murmured, "Mmmm," floated out from under the covers as Tessa's fingers searched out the magical places. Tessa felt her own body respond as her fingers slid past the curve of warm buttocks and directly between the legs of the sleeping figure. Tessa pondered as...
(1) Ms. Angelino taught a night class on vampires at Loyola University in New Orleans. A class on the influence of vampires on contemporary culture and their origins in history. It was the highlight of my junior year curriculum at the college. All of my other classes just seemed like obstacles on my journey to the treasure that each evening was in her room...
I want to tell you a story that was passed on to me - in all its intimate detail - by a good friend. Male, of course. He was in the midst of one of those empty periods we all go through from time to time. A former torrid and, at times, quite overwhelming relationship had suddenly come to an end. She went off to some exotic spot half a world away and, contr...
My series on 'The Widow" were true stories. Though hesitant to write them, they were well-received, (Thank you all!) so I thought I might try my hand at others. But I feel better writing real life stories, at least stories based in real life. 'Based on a true story' means there is a lot of leeway to let imaginations run free. Brittany is my niece. Having n...
I woke up very early in the morning, having fallen asleep in my bathtub. The water had turned ice cold, which along with the discomfort of having my head planted in the corner of the tiled wall, had jolted me into an early awakening. Tuesday was Lisa's funeral, and I had the day off for it. In the morning, after getting some more sleep back in my bed, I wou...