Two weeks had passed since the bike ride and suddenly there was Sheila I had to deal with. Needless to say, the environment at work was not the same. I knew who she was now, and she was fully aware of my weaknesses. Whenever there was any opportunity for us to be alone she took it and, even though I never responded openly, never missed a chance to touch me....
Chapter 1: A Night of Meetings I guess this is a story I've already written, but because it's not on this site yet, and the story was PG-13 when I first did it around 5 years ago, I decided it could use some buffing and a bit more romance than it had, I hope you all like it, and I hope I can keep up the submissions regularly to this 'novel' -- -- I snu...
I fought back tears when I saw the spots of blood that heralded the onset of my period. Despite the increased use of fertility drugs, I was not going to be a mother this month. I crawled back into bed with my husband Todd, waking him to cuddle with him. Sunlight shone through the blinds. "What time is it?" he asked with a start. I sniffled in response. "Wh...
Katrina opened her eyes, ready to greet the world again. For a moment she relished the cold and dank of the coffin in which she slept. She climbed out, her hair a tangled mess and her satin nightgown crumpled, yet still lovely. Katrina was not surprised to find Edmund waiting for her in the cellar. He was sitting on a simple wooden chair, charcoal and sketch...
Chapter 5: A Recipe for Sex Gertrude Morgenstern didn't like to go home. The Crestview Memorial Library, with its antique oak tables and tiffany chandeliers was more home to her than the three room flat she rented out in Walpole. Yes, Dandy, her tuxedo cat was there, but as cats went he was about as indifferent as he could get. Oh, he liked to be stroked an...
A/N: This story has some violence in it, and while everything works out in the end, it is still in here. In real life, this stuff happens, and it usually doesn't end in erotica. Well, enough downer time already, get to the boobs! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I looked around nervously in the locker room. No one had been in the gym, no one would be in here either, I s...
(All of the girls involved in sexual acts in this story are AT LEAST 18 years of age) The last time we were together, you got to see my first experience with my true self. In this next part of my story, I was still fighting what I didn't know was inevitable. I thought I was just pent up or something, but I couldn't have been more wrong. My next encounter w...
Constance woke with a start, jerking herself upright in bed. Full morning sunlight bathed the room in a yellow light, filtered through the shifting light of trees. Outside, she could hear birds calling. She shuddered at the memory of last night. She remembered Whitham's triumphant expression as he took her; his sure thrusts, his muscles, his male organ. Oh...
Chapter 12 - Sex in the kitchen Gary was quite a good cook. He had always enjoyed cooking, even when married and the breakup of his marriage had left him very much having to cook for himself. He had not fallen into the trap of ready meals or eating rubbish. With time on his hands he had experimented. Saturday became not so much a gardening as a shopping, pr...
Here's another story inspired by a favourite Keith Urban song. What can I say? Inspiration for writing comes from all over and lately, it's coming from Keith Urban's music. And from these two characters. This story takes place before the events of "Raining on Sunday," and hopefully it doesn't confuse anyone. Both stories stand on their own though so don't f...