Chapter 1 Rose Birtwhistle arrived home and parked beside her husband's car, thinking he'd must have come home early to surprise her. She'd been away three days with her parents to attend the ceremony of her maternal grandmother's installation as a life member at the Register Nurses' Federation's at the federation's annual conference. The honour was in re...
The evening of April Fool's Sweat poured from Marcus' brow; the hot and sticky kind you feel in sub-tropical rain forests. But Marcus was not in the Amazon or Congo. Marcus was enjoying an April evening; on a lake; in Austin Texas; temperature about 63 degrees. Or at least he had been enjoying it. The spring wind blew and caressed Marcus' skin with the pro...
The events in this story are true from my life's experiences, only the names have been changed. Cuckold; a man whose wife fornicates with other men. In his play, 'The Merry Wives of Windsor', William Shakespear uses the word, cuckold several times. The word comes from the chicken farmers of his day. When their rooster or cock grew old, they would bring in...
Aimee made a living as a Cosplayer. While she wasn't overly tall, her legs were longer than her frame would suggest. They led to a tiny waist and short torso which held two large, pillowy breasts that were soft and supple despite naturally sitting high on her chest. Her face was pretty, almost sensual, with deep blue eyes you could swim in. Her hair constant...
Authors note: For a full description of the characters described read "The Peachtree Training Center" written by my alter ego Robyn Conners. It gives all the details and backgrounds. It's posted at other sites. The time frame for this story is three years after the original stories. It was less than a 30-minute drive to the Peachtree Estate. It sat about a...
The normal disclaimers apply, all those who participate in sexual activities are 18 or older. ***** Ethel and Maggie were doing well, out on the town doing widowed lady stuff, stopping in to have supper with us almost weekly. It seemed to both of us that they were awfully close, always showing simple affection when with us. Nothing untoward, a secret smil...
1 Now the common belief is that any man who wants to wear women's clothes is gay, and that the heterosexual crossdressers who claim to be straight but "just like the feel" of silk panties and so forth, are being, well, less than candid. Be that as it may, heterosexual and homosexual crossdressers are in fact distinct psychological types. To be sure, ther...
Louis Javier knew that the mob was coming for them when he saw the torches off in the rain shrouded distance. He huddled under the stone arch seeking refuge from the downpour that obscured his vision. He looked out from the gateway of a crumbling stone wall as he considered running, but he knew that his wife would not be able to run far. There was nowhere to...
"Sit down Mona. We have to talk." He had heard those two tiny sentences more than a few times in the last several weeks. Every time he did he felt a strange queasiness in the pit of his stomach. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not refuse. He walked over to the couch across from the chair where Kathleen was already sitting and sat down. He sat at...
Hastings cursed as he viewed the Literoticum's "Survivor Contest ScoreCards" list. He was number 10 on the list. TENTH PLACE! After all his hard work, the sleepless nights he stayed awake, working on his stories; writing, rewriting, perfecting, and nurturing them as you would a small child. He knew 10th place was nothing to be ashamed of, but he also knew h...