This is the eleventh episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode can be read individually but it helps to have read the previous episodes starting from the beginning. I hope you enjoy the stories. M4bloke ****************** We left for France on the Friday. What had started out as an opportunity to ride down to Provence and spend a week with Carole a...
The summer went by slowly for Andy. Although his recovery was quick and he regained his strength rapidly, it was decided it was best for him to skip summer baseball and wait until spring to play again. He understood the decision, but it didn't mean he liked it. His arguments fell upon deaf ears from all sides concerned, so he dropped it. Serena and Jenny bot...
Author's Notes: The inspiration for this story came from reading comments posted to one MSTarot's stories, lamenting its poor grammar, while itself being even less grammatically correct! It is dedicated to all those authors who have given me such enjoyment with their offerings -- MSTarot, DQS, Rehnquist (where are you?), SS06 and others. Like the stories I...
Prologue 'See anything you like?' Charlie looked up hastily from the woman's cleavage. He was usually pretty good at not looking at women who weren't his wife. But this girl, with her shining blonde locks and plump red lips, had drawn his gaze down into the valley between her full, pert breasts. She looks, he thought, like Jane did on our first day of uni...
Ryan Davis was a man who liked to pick up women. Married, single, dating, or engaged, it didn't matter to him. For years it was his sport. He relished the feeling of a new conquest and always wanted more of the rush. It was easy for him. He was young, good looking, made good money, and knew how to use his charm. He'd gotten into a few fights over the year...
Chapter Seven Growth of Pain Sally woke before Valerie, but had no desire to leave her lover. She rested against Valerie's body and took in the sight and sound of the sleeping woman, bound, yet free to be who she really was. The smell of old sex was thick in the air, acrid with time. Her hands absentmindedly caressed Valerie's arms and legs, belly and face...
"So how does this look?" Aoife turned toward her husband, one fist on her hip, posing like some clothing model for a cheap mall store. The lacy white tank top and skin-tight white shorts showed off her petite figure. Rick's eyes lingered as they studied her, then he smirked. "Like you're planning to blind everyone on the beach." "Hey! I actually have a tan...
This one came to me while I was at work, listening to some guys drone on and on about racing while more were agonizing over basketball brackets, and another guy was whining about his upcoming divorce. I threw in wrestling just because I've never liked it. All the wrestling, basketball, and race fans-GET OVER IT. It's just a story. ...........................
First and foremost, I would like to thank to my volunteer editor, Dan (ttrfanatic). Your insight, suggestions and amazing proof reading abilities were appreciated beyond any words. I can't thank you enough for the time and effort you put into helping me. Authors Note: My readers should know that this first story develops slowly, so if you are seeking a sto...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor and no I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, just quit reading. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong c...