My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Some spelling an...
Note: No vivid sexual scenes will be described in this story. Days seemed longer, now that there was a stranger's company around. Nearly a week later Beauregard had a piano moved into the downstairs living room. Something I was silently all for. I was now employed too. My income was small with the part-time job, so I was still allowed a housing wa...
Prince Faolan was beyond pissed, he was enraged. He wanted to put his fist through a brick wall just to release the anger, or better yet someone else's head through a wall. Someone had drunk all his coffee, smoked all his cigars and drank his best wine. And none of it was the cheap shit, he'd only stocked his pantry with the best to be offered, gourmet coffe...
When I woke up the next morning, it was with a smile on my face and a sense of deep satisfaction. And then I remembered the events of last night, and panic set in. That kiss... I'm not saying it was the best kiss I've ever had in my life. Or maybe I am. I've been with women who can convey with a kiss the promise of a night of unrivaled pleasure, a promise...
Background to this story.. My name is Trevor, I am a divorced single father who has his kids every other weekend and I work hard. My marriage ended when my wife left me for someone else she met on the Internet. I don't date much because of my schedule and the fact that I am busy trying to do what is right for my kids. This leaves my own needs go by the way s...
(Authoress note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc., except for one small truth since so many readers asked me to answer this question. Most of the things I write about I did at some point in my life. Perhaps they were not with as many people but at least one person was there. And they were absolutely not done in the order...
Weeks after David's apology and "Act of Contrition" with Miss Ann, as Mary's mother liked to be called in discipline sessions, his physical marks were gone, but mentally he was still struggling with what happened. In addition to coming to grips with how brutally he was punished, he was also unsure about what, if anything, he should tell Mary; and he was inte...
I don't know about you, but there are a couple story types that I often read about but believe they could never happen to me. Like meeting a girl in a bar and taking her outside to my car and banging her in the back seat soon after meeting her. A great fantasy, but in reality, not very possible. I've often wondered about those stories of the poker parties...
Finley sat pouring over his finances. He could hear his brother, Sanford, in his head, teasing him about working too hard, about not having any fun, but it was his responsibility. If he didn't take care of paying the wages and monitoring the income, then the whole house would fall apart. His brother wouldn't be teasing him then, if he suddenly lost his tidy...
[Dear reader, this is the second of five chapters.] Secret 2 -- I Know Where You Are (Gary shows up at the girls' house.) Lisa opened the front door to a beaming Gary holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and in the other hand a grocery bag with pizza boxes sticking out the top. Lisa leaned against the open doorway with a blushing embarrassed smile to go...