This seemed like the place. With this many cars parked outside it had to be. But for a party it wasn't very loud. Checking my phone one more time I look over the series of texts that Chelsie had sent me. I had never been that much of a party goer but she insisted that I come to this one. Apparently the girl who hosted them, Sandra, was rather selective about...
My Feather Girl 02b -- Polishing the stone LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Many thanks go to RF-Fast and thor_pf for ed...
Tricia had a gift. She referred to it as "the Touch" and wasn't entirely sure when she realized she had it, and what it was, but gradually over the years she'd learned how to use it. The way it worked was simple. With any person she met for the first time there was—if there was any sort of connection—a moment when the person let his, or her (though it was us...
**************************** Author's Note: First, I want to thank all my readers, the ones who kept me motivated to finish this series. I've added more details to the older chapters, including and epilogue at the end of chapter 23 to tie up loose ends. Hopefully, you all will enjoy the bonus chapter I've written as I bid farewell to some wonderful characte...
Part One "Hey guys... I'm going to have a friend over tonight to watch a movie. Does that interfere with anything you have going on?" I paused in the doorway to the living room, waiting for my roommates to respond. Jens looked up and replied immediately, his German accent making the words clipped, "Oh, yes, that is fine. No problem," Roger's grunt sounde...
He climbed the stairs as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb Karen if she was sleeping. He peeked into the bedroom and his heart dropped. The bed was empty, the damp cloth that had been on her forehead tossed haphazardly on the floor. Fear gripped him and he fully entered the bedroom. "Karen?" He called, noting that her scent was slightly stale, wh...
The parties that went on at 69 Brentwood Street were legendary. When Luke Prescott received the invitation email by Blackberry during his final year at NYU, he had high expectations. The house was a three-storey brownstone on the Upper East Side, and was being rented by three of the hottest girls in university. Kendra, Lacey and Chloe were commonly referred...
Note: This story is long. I tend to blabber a lot in real life and the way I write mirrors it. I would like to ask to be forgiven for errors as this is the start of my journey into writing erotica. I ask for patience as I learn. Also, this is not a quick read. There will be some sex but I tried to develop the stories' characters and ended up blabbing too muc...
The story starts late evening on my thirty-fifth birthday, I was sitting on my leather sofa with my wife, Sally, lying across me with her head in my lap. We had been out for a meal and a few drinks and she was still dressed in tight jeans with a new pair of very long black boots worn over them. She was well aware of my fetish for high heels and her new boots...
Author's note: I know some reader's find it unthinkable that a woman would even consider straying from her husband's bed, much less actually sleep with another man. If it bothers you, the solution is simple: don't read about it. One question: do you have the same reservations about men sleeping with women other than their wives? Clearly, the participants are...