2015 Seattle, WA I was not pleased. I had completed an audit of a bank in Seattle, which resulted in the arrest of the manager and several employees. Instead of getting my usual reward and hitting the road in search of new adventures I was stuck managing that very bank until they found a replacement. I suspected that my reward of being kept of at this bra...
A couple plotlines I really liked but that aren't going to fit in "St. Clair CH 3: Angel" so I peeled them out. Normally it would go into Lesbian with the rest of Saint Clair, but TJ and Tammi's relationship just doesn't figure much here. Note that while this is a chapter of Saint Clair, it works as a standalone story. There is no graphic sex in this story l...
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at erotic fiction, and I hope you, the readers, will be a bit lenient on any mistakes that I may make. I've always fantasized about Amber Heard, and after reading quite a few stories about my other favourites Yvonne Strahovski, Scarlett Johansson and Emma Stone, I thought about writing a story of my own. I hope you lik...
Note: This story is the nineteenth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous eighteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recomm...
I can't seem to keep away from the western stories. Maybe I was a real cowboy in another life or maybe I long for the time when a man could decide his own destiny without interference from the government or some do gooder telling me how to speak and think. Who knows? Thank for taking the time to read and comment on my work. As usual constructive critiques,...
Lyn looked away from the sick green background of the computer monitor. Still, she could sense the face in the screen looking back at her; mocking her. It scorned her for turning 45, for staying married to a man she didn’t love, and for having a job she couldn’t stand. The woman swiveled in her chair and was confronted by windows that reflected her short le...
Otis walked and Ariel's house and just stared. It was all he could do. There was so many beautiful things in the house that he could almost believe he was in a museum. He heard her talking, and followed the sound of her voice to what he thought was a kitchen, but may have been a small restaurant instead. About the time where he could get close enough to hear...
Chapter 3: Preacher's Son The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action. * * * * * The...
I paused on the porch to brush the sand off my feet. The house was quiet. On entering, I put my cup in the kitchen, noticing that it was cleaned up. The girls were probable in the shower, so I headed that way. At the door I paused. Karen's voice softly said, "That's fine, baby.... Now just relax.... Relax the muscles... let me know when it eases up." Sue'...
Ummm, it was delicious to wake up with a woman in your arms. This one felt soft and warm as she snuggled in close. She had such fabulous tits he thought allowing his hands to roam over her full warm breasts. He heard a little moan and felt her shift just slightly thrusting her chest out. Such a responsive little whore he thought, she's not even awake yet. Hi...