Our first sexual experiences were with each other when we were both eighteen. Today that would be unusual but in those days censorship was strict, the Internet didn't exist and DVDs hadn't been invented. I owned a small and very rickety old Ford car and I'd park it around the corner from where she lived and we would climb into the back seat. The first time...
Chapter One - Paths - The wind gusted strongly through the small town. Fat flakes of snow fell, whipped into a frosty froth by the powerfully gusting wind, from slate gray skies gradually turning black at the unhurried approach of evening. I like snow, I always have. I could dimly remember cheerful childhood memories of running around through knee-deep...
^^^June 2005. On the beach of Cap d' Agde, France^^^ "An erection? Really, Armand?" Yvonne rebuked her brother in a harsh, belittling tone. The slim, twenty-year-old frowned, shook her head, and glared at his erect penis. "I can't help it," the eighteen-year-old answered. His face was red. "I'm surrounded by naked women. It's a natural reaction." "What's...
The taxi bucked for the umpteenth time bouncing Lara onto Ted's lap once again. "Oh god," she complained. This time, Ted's penis had swollen some and she could feel it pressing against her ass. "Sorry," she apologized trying to slide back down, but the swaying taxi only made her ass shake against his still growing penis. Her cheeks turned red. Ted's organ fe...
Author's Note: This started out with a grand design. My plans went awry quickly. Hopefully, my meandering doesn't offend. Many thanks to Tim413413 for making it readable. * Freedom. It was the only word that described the feeling. I stood outside the double doors of the courthouse and smiled up at the sky. It was a dreary gray, but for me, it felt like a...
*This is my Valentines Day 2016 Story submission, and the first story I've ever posted, so I hope you enjoy* Chapter 1 After languishing in the back hills of Wyoming, David was more than happy to return to Salt Lake City. It may seem a rather homey city compared to many other parts of the country, and other places that he himself had lived, but he definite...
I received an anonymous comment not too long ago from someone who said that they were not only a big fan of my work, but that they had also read both of my books. Therefore, the story you're about to read was written in honor of that particular individual, whoever he or she may be. If that person, and only they know who they are, is reading this, please, sen...
Before I get to the hot and heavy parts, let me tell you how it all began and how we all got together. ------------------ Today, I decided to add a simply framed 8"x10" mirror to my daily life. I'm going to put it on my desk, next to my all-in-one computer. No, I'm not vain, think I'm a handsome man or even into shocking, horror pictures. Retired and secur...
The Harrison Riding Academy was a playground for little rich girls and their over indulgent mothers. Carl Edwards was the riding instructor. It was his job to teach the young brats to ride without falling off on their heads. It was not an easy job but one with many benefits. One of those rewards was to rub elbows with the cream of female society. Elbows wer...
Author's ed. notes: "From Russia with Love, Finale" is a sequel to "From Russia with Love, Part Dva." The central characters and storyline are developed there, so please read that story first. For the best read, start with the original story in the series, "From Russia with Love." My stories are long. They are usually slow burners with the hot sex in later...