Sherry read the short letter over for the third time. Who was this guy she kept asking herself trying to think of anyone she might know or had come into contact with that could be the writer of the note she had been reading. This was the fourth short letter she had received in the mail in the past two weeks. Had the first one been written differently than i...
* * * Jock Bain. Wendy, Cindy and I were chatting at the wedding reception, when two policemen approached us. "Is there a problem Officer," said Cindy. "We're looking for Mr John Bain," said the taller one. "That's me," I said. "Can we have a word with you in private Mr Bain?" said the shorter one, "Perhaps outside? I followed the two officers out to t...
September and into October Catherine and I got married on a Thursday afternoon in mid-September with only her family present. As you might imagine, the bride did not wear white but she was gorgeous on her special day and her girls, Marie and Natalie, were her flower girls. Isabella had bought new dresses for the girls and all the ladies had their hair a...
I hope this effort will bring some enjoyment to a few of you readers out there. The event itself is true and as such there is a continuation though for my part this will depend on the reaction I receive from you readers. Yes I expect there will be the usual negative comments of which I don't mind for we all have our own opinions, all I ask is they are const...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Every person is alone. That is the definition of Free-will. In this chapter sex is mention, but not described. Caution: there is a good deal of 'back-story' in this chapter. ***** (A Step back in time: that Weekend, between Oneida and Nicole) The weekend... I'd had plenty...
Cheryl hadn't been able to suck that awful of man's penis. She'd thrown up, and fled to the room Turner had designated as hers. Then just as she was slipping into her clothes to escape this terrible place she heard the door slam behind her. Turning she saw Turner. He was just standing there, smiling. He had a belt in his hand. He slowly, almost solemnly loc...
Sunday Night- Watching my wife push back at my cock always gets me off. There I was on my knees, upright. My cock driving into her pussy. Meeting me halfway on every penetrating push. Her ass raised high in the air, her forehead resting against the mattress, back arched like a feline ready to pounce. This woman, lost in ecstasy. My thoughts always drift to...
Previously: I had recently slept for the first time with two married women. Carol Ferrer, the woman I had lost my cherry with in a camping tent some twelve years ago, and Rachel my work associate and platonic friend from my schooldays. Over the Christmas holiday we had all got together in an orgy of bisexual lust with my regular fuck-buddy Lisa, a stewardess...
CHAPTER 1 Flint Jackson yawned his way across the near-empty supermarket parking lot, thumbs tucked into the shoulder straps of his backpack, black Acubra at a rakish angle hiding most of his tight blond curls. He wondered didn't American women have anything better to do? The supermarket had opened at 7:00 and already at 7:25 there were forty vehicles par...
Another story where truth is the dominant force behind the tale. This story is about a beautiful woman who I had assumed was unattainable. **** 1. In the beginning. Her name was Emily. I didn't know that in the beginning, of course. Back then she was the heartbreakingly cute girl that I saw on occasion around the apartment complex where I lived. I was...