This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex. Posted 16 Oct 07 -- Revised June 09 Chapter 3: Marcia Learns Why Something went off inside of Marcia as nothing had ever before. Like waving a red flag in front of a bull, or throwing raw meat in front of a junkyard dog...
Chapter 1 "Ms. Shawcross will see you now," said the willowy blonde secretary, motioning them to follow her. Charles Emerson noticed that she had a pronounced seesaw to her hips as she undulated down the corridor to the conference room they had requested. "You know this is not going to be pleasant," warned Don Carcharo, Emerson's lawyer. "I don't expec...
The Second Story: Give It Up For Me, Babe Claire: I love my husband. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him. Not one single thing in the world. But, with that being said. There is something I haven't quite been able to manage to do yet. Quit smoking. Yes, I admit it. I'm a smoker. I've tried everything. The patches, the gum, the pills, quitting cold tu...
This isn't really the story I wanted to break into Loving Wives with. But when I realized that the holiday contest was coming, I couldn't resist writing this tale for it. But as the deadline approaches I realize I want to not rush this and make it a better tale. There is violence, but not enough to rival most network television. There is also no sex in this...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL 70. Day Dreaming Stephano was sitting by Patty's side, when he felt a h...
6:00p.m. Dinner went great. No more hounding questions at the dinner table. Everyone ate and was stuffed. Big Momma and LaJoria got up, cleared the dinner plates and went into the kitchen. She brought back the hot peach cobbler from the oven and a bucket of vanilla ice cream. She served everyone their portions and returned to the kitchen. "Why don't we ta...
Story tags: CFNM, clothed female naked male, masturbation, male strippers, sexual objectification, women's sex drive, male butt, documentary, men on display, nude men ***** Deidre and Sam had been married for a couple of years when they each took a week off from their jobs in a suburb of Portland, Oregon, to drive down the coast for a mini-vacation, thin...
This story takes place in the summer of 1978. The title was borrowed from a song written by Rick Danko, Levon Helm and Robbie Robertson and performed by The Band, but the tale itself belongs to Billy Morton and his special friend. *** Chapter 1: The Carnival comes to Colonie. There was a time in this fair land when carnivals used to travel up and down the...
It took me a while, but I finally finished this story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is my entry for the Winter Holiday Contest. If you like it, please vote, and I always welcome your comments and feedback. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. ~Mireille ***** Saturday, December 16 ***** "Yes, baby, yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" Blake...
*Author's note: I recently received a request to write to a story about someone's mom who is raising three children on her own. I couldn't immediately come up with a storyline for the idea, so I shelved it without replying to the person who sent it. My apologies. When another idea for a story came to me, I recalled his request, and that brought to mind some...