This story is the third chapter in what appears to be a long series. I do not know how often I will be updating but I already have a couple of chapters in the works, I therefore know there are at least a few more chapters to come. I hope you enjoy. *** I seethed under my breath, listening to Paul. "Poor Paul, having to stay at work late on a Friday" I thou...
Kimberly Landford buzzed through the suburban streets with the wind blowing her curly, reddish-brown hair in all directions. The care-free girl had taken her last test the day before at Tyler College, and was looking forward to a relaxing summer. Gone were the worries of research papers and final exams. Her radio blared, and she bopped to the rhythm in "MTV...
Author's Note: This story builds on characters and places introduced in my previous stories but may still be read on its own. The whole sequence of stories is: In Camera The Sins Of The Father Summer Of Love A Lady's Companion Summa Cum Laude Things To Be Thankful For That Special Someone Homecoming Queen Touch But Don't Look Promises, Rules And Their Break...
Thank you to all who have voted, commented, or sent me feedback. Sometimes I'll be in a tough spot, but the wonderful emails I receive are what inspire me. I love hearing from any reader! And to my editor, Bert_Fegg, who has never scolded me for taking over a year to get this chapter out. But instead, has his edits sent back faster than I can blink. You are...
*This is a retelling of my husband's first experience with two women. He was just out of high school, long before we met. I love this story and have changed the names (of course) and a few details, but this is pretty close to how my husband recounted the events to me. It's his story, in more ways than one. There is quite a bit of non-sexual background to it,...
"Now there's something you don't see everyday." Christine squatted down, careful of the scattered junk in the alley. Her hand brushed aside some shredded paper spilling out of the priority mail box, tossed haphazardly into the dumpster. With each scrap moved, the gem showed more clearly. Careful of the grime, she reached out with both hands to cautiously plu...
Being single again at forty something was interesting. Being divorced and fairly pretty with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a trim figure made things even more interesting. Men seemed to believe such women would be bereft of sex and thus, would be 'gagging for it' and they, attached, married or not, were just the men to help out 'the little lady.' Married w...
This story involves bdsm and gay play. Not your thing, move on. * I can't stop thinking about what happened last Saturday. It was so much more than I expected, and frankly, I did things I never thought I would do. I had fantasized about forced fem but still was surprised how different I felt when in panties. It's just hard to feel very masculine when in a...
Peter waited till his body calmed before showering quickly, wishing he could linger to savor the dream. But the job he was tied to for a few more years meant he had to hurry through his shower, dress quickly, and stuff a sandwich into his briefcase that he would swallow hurriedly before class. Thankfully, the coffee machine had made his two cups, so he trans...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 y...