Maria paced the pale street light casting shadow at every corner. Jon told her to wait there. He promised everything would be fine. An hour later he still hadn't returned, he confused to her. She was angry but she still loved him. She would leave the family to be with him. Every part of his body ached as he stumbled through the park, the blood covering his...
This is a story about gratitude, mature sex, and releasing the past. It's a story. All sex is between consenting adults. The story is fictional. Please be nice in your comments, or be banned. King Bandor said it was a mess, I think he wants me to give up writing. So if any errors are found they are mine. But my assault on the English language continues. If f...
Fred couldn't help but get caught off guard Bianca pushing him down on the bed, as he laid back there, he couldn't help giving a hard groan. The golden locks of hair falling brushing against Fred's face while Bianca looked down a seductive grin as she watched him, "Hmm, it'll be the first time I've used this position on a human test subject, So let's see h...
My pity party was interrupted by the sight of two mysterious men dressed in black suits who made their way to my boss' office. It didn't bother me. I wasn't getting anything done anyway. I couldn't get my mind off my own misery. I guess my misery started when I was a child. My mother was always degrading my father. No good at this, no good at that, no good...
INTRODUCTION TO READERS WET ENCOUNTERS is a novel-length story of love, lust and betrayal that takes place on a tropical Pacific island during the second half of the twentieth century. It's seventeen chapters pivot around a single event that takes place when two people are forced to take refuge in an abandoned cabin when they are cut off by rising floodw...
The prison governor, using Mikel as his interpreter, was very keen indeed that I should not return to America and make a terrific fuss about my enforced feminisation. I would not have put it past him to have arranged for my quiet assassination in order to permanently hide the fact that, during my six month's incarceration in his prison, I had been physically...
Chapter Four A new union and life without Esther Catherine was already at the house by eight in the morning, bags in hand. I had stayed up most of the night over packing or should I say putting everything I owned into one HUGE suitcase. "And they say women over pack. Do you have everything you own in that bag?" "Everything except my mustang and I figure w...
I wake up and instantly notice the thin arms wrapped around me. My head clears a little and I feel my wife's breasts pressed up against my back. My wife. Wow it still seems weird to say. I'm now a married man and we are sleeping at her cabin on the first morning of our honeymoon and the rest of our lives together. I slink out of her arms because I need to...
The five women once more prepared a meal, this time a hearty stew and warm French bread. When everything was ready, the men, still wearing bathing suits, came into the forward dining area and sat down while the girls waited along one side. Once they were seated, Alison had expected them to call the girls to sit between them as they had at lunch. But James s...
I've written this sad story about the destruction of a family after a wife cheated and her husband became an "accepting cuckold" for a very short time. He was too weak and scared to confront his wife and her lover on their holiday. Although this story was inspired by a tale written by goo_62, it isn't a sequel. Please understand I enjoy writing in the na...