Beth watched the kids get onto the bus. Happily, this year they were at the same school, which made the morning routine easier. Bill, her husband, was out of town on business. That meant getting the incorrigible darlings up and moving on her own, but she made it to the bus stop a with full minute to spare. Max and Megan, ages 8 and 6. Two precious bundles of...
This story is the first in what I hope is a series of Sex with the Ex. It is under the fetish section since it involves eating sweet cream pie. Please let me know whether you liked it or not. ***** Chapter 1 My ex-wife and I divorced several years ago. It was no one's fault in particular with our problems more emotional than financial, or sexual. Regardin...
Author's notes: Thanks again to everyone who took the time to read, vote, or comment on the previous three chapters. I truly appreciate the feedback and support. I expect there will be two more chapters after this one. All characters are fictional adults. Also, although I strive for accuracy, the information on sexual health in this chapter should not be...
I glanced at my watch. Eight thirty-six. Thirty-six long minutes past the hour. And I'd arrived early of course. Just in case. So all in all, I'd been sitting on the steps of the Buttercross for a bottom-numbing forty-nine minutes. It was time to face facts. I'd been stood up. Blowing out a sigh, I got to my feet and brushed down my dress. Maybe he'd turne...
Zachariah Baxter stood by the open window, not really feeling the coolness of the early autumn breeze as it drifted lazily up from the quad. His thoughts were troubled, and fully occupied with the dilemma in which he now found himself to notice the small inconvenience of a chill breeze. He knew that he should file the necessary report with the Dean's off...
The hot water of the shower banished the shampoo from Chris Jenkins' hair. It was a limpid spray, but effective. He soaped up his pudgy, 30 year old body after rinsing his beard and taking care to cleanse the leftover ejaculate from his genitals and legs. The early morning masturbation gave him long needed release after the night of stimulating dreams, and h...
The clock on the dash of her SUV reads 8:51 am. Eve glances down the street towards Jonathan's house, seeing just a few cars remaining in their driveways. Most of the people who go to church on Sundays would have left by now, and the few remaining sinners seem to still be asleep. She finds herself staring off into the distance, contemplating her feelings. Sh...
A very slow built story about a character's transformation from being male to... Both? There are sexy bits and they become more frequent as the story moves on, but they are not the main focus. Please do not expect any quick thrill out of this story, but make the most of the progressive development of the protagonist(s). Also this is my first attempt at wr...
She jostled the beverage cart down the isle of the aircraft. She moved with a slow deliberate purpose. Her first goal was to do her job and tend to the passengers. Her second served her own. This was the first flight of her new route and she needed someone at her destination. She had a gift. One that she had honed to perfection since discovering it as a tee...
[This incident took place several months before Lisa and Dave's tumultuous vacation in Cozumel. WARNING: This story deals with a very human wife who is placed in a difficult situation in the midst of emotional confusion and doubt. Temptation to go outside of or include others in a relationship causes a lot of strong feelings in some people. If you like the...