It was probably good that Steph left teaching to work at a magazine. She was kind of a mess, and even the kids realized that her heart wasn’t in it. As an entertaining colleague, I missed her. I also missed the few occasions we managed to hook up--a parking lot after night school, and a memorable angry afternoon helping her move. When she left, I filed those...
We were known as the Three Musketeers Plus One. There were myself, Ryan, Jack and Bobby. Lanie was the Plus One and later became my wife. Our 'gang' happened by coincidence. Our families lived in the same neighborhood. We were of the same age and in the same class at school. We did everything, good or bad, together. We played doctor as children and became f...
Amy and I were dating for a few months. She was hispanic, 5'0" with beautiful long brown/black hair past her shoulders, cute face, with small breasts and a stocky build. Being a Latina, she was fiery in bed. She tended to be aggressive, knew what she wanted, and took it. As with all relationships we had our ups and downs. We were good at communicating and ta...
It rained, one of the many things he didn't particularly care about - rains. Well, his friends ought to be mad planning a wedding, in the monsoons, at the beach. Did they even consider the threats heavy rains caused every other season on this shoreline of the country? But then they had to be mad to have a wedding in the first place. He smirked at his own mus...
Note from the author: this is the second installment of the tale of Jake and Juliet, two neighbors navigating the pandemic in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. To get the full thrust of the story (heh heh) start with Chapter 01. As always, I appreciate ratings and comments! Cheers, Petitmort *** Juliet woke up with a start. Did what she think happened real...
The Rut [All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years or older] **** I climbed up the long, winding hill. "Sure Andy, why not have your cabin on a mountain? *huff* Wish I had rented a damn four-wheeler..." I continued my trek, going deeper into the forest. My friend Andrew and his brother Frank owned a cabin that belonged to their grandfathe...
I grabbed my clutch bag, Jo hers, and we had a little kiss session. "I could take you now, Mattie; I love you so much and I want to fuck your rigid." I laughed, "Mmmm, we will just have to wait until later." We left the suite and locked the door; I took the card-key and put it in my bag. We headed down for a celebratory drink and then we had a wonderfu...
Note: This story is the fifty-fourth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I st...
Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, beside...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Copyright Oggbashan November 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represen...