Chapter One. Let's call him André, though his name hardly matters. And while at it, let's call him a man, even if he wasn't much of one to begin with. Oh, he was tall and strong and hairy and all that, even nicely hung, but he was... let's call him one of a kind. He knew he was inferior to women. In fact he knew all men were -- and he'd always known that....
Please make sure you have read all of the previous four chapters of The Girl before reading this one. It will be a much more rewarding experience if you do. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * That night, as Desiree slept, she dreamed. Desiree opened her eyes. It was mildly painful to experience that much light for the first time, so she reflexively squinte...
Author's note: This story has a little bit of most things, but I thought I should mention that there are some water sports later on since that might be an unwelcome surprise for some people. It's not the focus of the story at all, and I hope that even if it's not your thing you'll still enjoy the piece as a whole. Ratings and any feedback at all would be muc...
There's something about a phenomenal movie combined with a beautiful song that makes your insides clench. I took the chance and saw "The Great Gatsby." It's a book that I read in high school and I loved it so much that I refused to watch the film. Somehow Michelle talked me into going with her to the cinema and I heard one of the most riveting songs that hav...
A child will forgive his parents almost anything, and given enough time most will forgive all. Not this child. Edited by LadyCibelle and made better by her suggestions. A Child's Punishment I watched her walk up the four steps to the entrance of the building, stop on the landing and speak into what I suspected was an intercom, then reach for the entrance...
Another little loving wives story, with little or no actual sex, so if that's what you want, please look elsewhere. I do know a few Silks, barristers, and several solicitors (lawyers of one sort or another to those in the US), but this story is absolutely not based on any of them. You'll enjoy the story more if you don't try to take it too seriously. (Sho...
"40 – 30." Even before she announced the score I knew I was down match point. I also knew she was going to hit her wicked lefty slice serve out wide again. I'd swung at it for two sets now, and even after seeing it so many times I still seemed to catch the ball on the end of my racket as it arced away from me. Every time. Though my backhand return had been...
Here's a quick one-off, a slight departure from some of the stuff I've been doing lately. This is probably a little more like the stories I did a couple years back, and it was a lot of fun to write. I'm entering this in the Lit Summer Loving contest. Please make sure you vote on your favorites! * * * I didn't really think I'd want to fuck Rachel until we...
Chapter 22 The girls dragged the night out. Every time I tried to break away and clean up my room, they seemed to come up with some new activity to suck me in... I was so wrapped up in talking to them, it was finally super late before I realized what they were doing... I was sitting there on the couch, one of them on each side of me as we all swapped stor...
"Eric," he heard in fuzz. "Eric, Baby," he heard and felt his shoulders being jostled. "Erriic," Peggy sang. "Just five more minutes," he groaned into his pillow. "Wake up, sleepy-head. We gotta get moving, don't we?" "Why?" he said without moving. "Didn't you tell me the meetings start at nine?" "Yeah." "It's 7:45." "Oh CRAP!" he bolted. "My alarm...