Herman and I were married in a tacky Vegas chapel that very night. Against the advice of all of his lawyers, he filed the marriage certificate immediately, without a prenuptial agreement. We had a small honeymoon on a small island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, (which he partly owned) and promptly returned to Vegas. Nobody in the company except for the sev...
Once again I owe a deep debt of gratitude to Blackrandi1958 for her editing and suggestions. Her assistance has made this a much better story. * Sixteen year old Seth Thomas stood with his arm around his weeping mother's shoulder as the rail-thin preacher droned on and on with his sermon. Truthfully, Seth found it almost impossible to not join his momma in...
Authors note: Hello everyone. This story is a spinoff of the Twelve Tables series I wrote a while ago. I hope you enjoy this series despite its differences to the original story. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** Matteo was not naïve enough to think his fathers didn't already know he had spent the last t...
It was definitely a typical Monday morning! Winifred Sommers just barely managed to catch herself before she sprawled across the New York City pavement. Freddie, as she preferred to be called, had been certain that the door to the "dinner only" restaurant, adjacent to the classy motel, would be locked. She hoped to jiggle the door enough to catch the attent...
Let's get the introductions out of the way. Leo and Yvonne Bridgeport have been married just over ten years. They meet all the criteria for this kind of story—both good looking, both take care of themselves, etc. They have two boys, Sammy (8) and Roy (6). They both work and have good paying jobs and both their parents live within an hour of them so the grand...
Author's note: You may want to check back up to the previous chapter. Sean has been up a while when this chapter begins. Chapter 6 Sheila: I woke with a start—Sean was not there. How quickly we adjust to new situations. Sleeping with Sean was one of my favorite things, though building sand castles had to rank high on the list. From a technical difficulty...
Rita Slater was breathing deeply, gasping for breath, her body bouncing up and down under the onslaught of the man who was fucking her with what seemed like abandoned ferocity. Her mind and soul had defended her, but now her body was on the point of accepting this total rout, and her mind wasn't far behind. He was attacking her with controlled venom, he hat...
Please email me with your comments or suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take the time to email. This short story was written for a special person and I hope these fantasies excite and satisfy her. I receive many requests from loyal readers to do stories for them but it takes me weeks to do a story properly. After receiving this request from Mic...
Now in the eighth year of my affair with Beth, things had matured to the point that I was openly soliciting men for trysts with her. Besides an internet Adult, "Friend Finder," site, we were members in good standing at a local "Sex Club," as well as frequent visitors at "Adult" night clubs and strip clubs. While I still enjoyed sex in its many manifestations...
Author's note: Oleander Dreams was written for the "Beyond the Wall of Sleep" event honoring HP Lovecraft. It's partly dystopian, partly a descent into madness. Is it real? I'll leave it to you to decide. I hope I've done the estimable Mr. Lovecraft justice. For those of you who are looking for my "sick puppy" material, I'm sorry to disappoint. For everyon...