CHAPTER 12: TREAT US GENTLY! "Big brother Chuck... I am truly ready" quietly muttered Makena looking at Chuck running away, she kept looking at the road long past he was gone, with her moderate length silky brown hair fluttering in the wind. It has all the elements of painting a sad scene of a young maiden losing her love. The only problem is that it caus...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I stopped worrying about airport security. Simply, I have been through security enough times, with keys in pockets, pens, even a wrench, once, and another time a little tin of drill bits, that I just didn't worry about it. Heck, if all the stuff I had carried through the...
On this rainy autumn morning, while Pearl was sitting on the living room couch and folding laundry, Darren approached her with something gleaming in his pretty ice blue eyes. He'd decided to stay home, which meant that Pearl was already planning out a fresh lunch for him. There was some frozen, packaged ground beef thawing out in the sink, partially submerge...
Author's Note: It has been so long ago, nearly six months from the publication date of chapter three, since I wrote The All-America Virgin and its two sequels. I recently did a detailed read of the three submissions to catch up, during which I discovered I simply did not like most everything about where I was going with the stories. After taking time to re...
We had been married for seven years when Rick suggested we spice up our sex life by "swinging". It came right out of the blue, I thought our sex life was o.k. but apparently my husband had other thoughts. Rick had been my high school sweetheart and we had married shortly after graduating. I had never been with another man. Rick met a guy at work who was in...
The world of human sexuality and desire is absolutely full of surprises. No doubt about it. I challenge anyone to say otherwise. My name is Jack O'Malley and I'm a six-foot-three, lean and muscular, red-haired and gray-eyed, kind of good-looking young Irishman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I am the kind of guy who likes to have fun. The summ...
During my early 30's, I worked for a while as a painter and decorator on a house owned by a guy called Garry. He was an odd man, pudgy with narrow sly eyes and glasses. Retired from accounting in his early 40's, he had made or scammed a good few million and moved into property management. He owned several large houses in the area and rented them out to profe...
My wife Beth and I take our fitness very seriously. The body is a temple of the Lord, and so we exercise regularly, I run three miles each morning. Not to be prideful, but the result shows in our trim, athletic figures, and I am glad to say that many people at the church we attend take a similar view of respecting the Lord's creation this way-- in fact I bel...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and consenting. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "I'm nervous, sweetie," Tanya said to me as we sat at the bar. "I know, honey," I replied "I am too." Tanya and I, Kayleigh, have been together for ten years now. We love one another very much but have found that our sex lives had got bor...
Another day of watching TV at home, flipping through channels of nothing but news, sitcoms and shitty reality shows. However, when the next channel comes up, it's playing a new show. "What would you do for a shot at a half a million dollars?" A tall, skinny man with brown hair and a shirt bearing the logo for the show appears on camera, holding a m...