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...
Chapter 2: The Lake The suggestion that they all spend a long weekend at the lake had come only a few days after they had got back from holiday – back from the holiday where Tom and Brenda, and Simon and Marie, good friends for ten years, had at last become lovers. Before the holiday, they had always had a lot of fun together. They had often flirted outrag...
Chapter 10 Formerly 29 & 30 San Francisco Weekend As they rode in the cab after leaving the airport, Dutch explained to Rosa who had never been to the city before, that no matter how convenient it may seem they wouldn't even consider driving. "It's not that driving is difficult," he said, "it's just that parking is nonexistent, well not really, but its...
"How dare he speak to me like that," Catherine said angrily to herself. She turned onto the freeway and accelerated down the on-ramp toward the city and thought back over events of the preceding week. Catherine and her husband John had been at logger-heads for the better part of a week. It had all started out fairly suddenly one night at dinner when John ha...
It was all beginning to get terribly real now, and I knew that my chances of getting home to deliver was zero. I thought about my options. In the box in front of the squashed shelter Mike had built I knew was a whole mess of stuff, including a thermal blanket and I hoped desperately his cooker and pans would be there, I was bound to need hot water after all...
1. Clinging to rocks "Are you there? Hello?" "Yes, sweetness. I'm here. I'm right here. Can't you see me?" "No. It's too dark." "It doesn't matter. I see you perfectly. That's what matters. Damn, sweet thing, you look just perfect. So elegant, so sweet, so sexy." "You're just saying that..." "Ha, like you don't know it. Like you don't love it. But as y...
Author's Note: This story, while still erotica, is significantly darker than most stories I have written and posted previously .Read at your own risk. There, you've been properly warned. Part 1 Nate tugged on the rope, checked the knots and nodded to himself, pleased with his work. There would be no way out of the chair for Jolene until someone showed up...
Dr. Len Chesney wondered what it was worth, to send someone into a den of sexual depravity, expecting them to remain professional and get their job done without succumbing to their own yearnings. He examined the woman across the desk from him. Catrina Balieu was the most beautiful member of his staff. He hoped this meant she had her choice of lovers in New Y...
**It is the 1917 in the heat of the Russian Revolution. After a particularly bitter fall out with Borya, Natasha finds herself in the arms of another man.** *** On a cold December evening in her snug, warm apartment, Natasha set three paintings together against the wall and took another look at them. She had been working on them for a couple of months, an...
Ewan McStrawn opened his eyes. Already light was streaming through the gap in the curtains. Bright light, bright clear light. Another beautiful day. Unsurprising given where he was living and the time of year. Here on Priapus, one of the larger Greek islands in the long summer the sun always shone and the skies were always a Greek blue. Stretching in or rat...