"I wonder how many inches of dust I've wiped off this bookshelf over the years?" Valerie Benchkoff wondered aloud, singing hymns to herself as she robotically lifted item after item up to clean underneath. Nearly 32 years worth of marriage, motherhood and memories resided on the oak shelves in front of Valerie as she went about her weekly routine. Those 32...
My hips swung to the music as the crowd urged me on. I'd never had any dance training, but I let my body take control as I grasped the pole and slowly circled it. My heels clicked against the stage, and I could hear them whistling. "C'mon baby, take it off!" It was the weekly amateur night at Jake's Girls, and I'd been dancing for a month. I wish I could s...
It wasn't a wise idea to go see Joe, my ex-boyfriend, who lived two hours away and in another country. I knew he lived with another woman, but he told me through various phone calls and e-mails that he was not happy with her. I felt that same warm, comfortable feeling when we talked on the phone. I hadn't seen him in three years and I just wanted to know if...
I wrote Country Doctor parts one and two awhile back, and a few people suggested that the story should be expanded. I think that this part can stand by itself. But if you enjoy it and want more it does continue... Jenny Watson sat with her legs pressed tight together and her hands gripping the edge of the exam table. Her back was ramrod straight and her eye...
Alanna Ch 09 "Swallow! Swallow!" ordered Mirjalla impatiently, pushing Alanna's head down. Choking as her throat was forced over the hard, greased leather dildo, Alanna's grip clamped on the wrists holding her, thumbs pressing hard into the pulse points. Instantly, Mirjalla yanked her hands backwards with a shriek, wailing something accusatory. Alanna was...
The snow fell thick and deep in New York City on Christmas Day 2009 so we were just as glad that we didn't have anywhere to go. It was our first Christmas as a couple and the first Holiday that neither of us would be spending with our families. We just didn't have enough money to travel across the country because we'd both graduated that awful year and I ha...
A note from the author: As someone who thinks about erotica for a large portion of his waking day, my biggest complaint on the subject is that in a lot of short stories the characters rarely earn the fuck the author describes in blow-by-blow detail. I'm all for anal fisting in the dirtiest bathroom in Scotland, I just want to feel some connection with the c...
Day One: Annabelle looked at the acceptance letter one more time, scarcely believing she'd got the job. She'd lived in a rural area of Ireland her whole life and now, after a hopeful application to a bank in London, she'd been hired. She couldn't believe it, it made little sense that they'd pick her over other, surely more suitable candidates? "I... still c...
I've never been a big fan of weddings. I liked my own okay, but I completely didn't follow tradition. I won't go to them anymore, unless they're for someone I really like. So when Maggie's invitation came that she was marrying her long-time beau Guy in his hometown Montreal, I sighed a long sigh. Maggie, a close friend from my former life as a career-orient...
To look upon Angela Hart was to see the Platonic ideal of Woman: she was in every way remarkable, a creature who seemed both corporeal and at the same time pure and eternal. Angela was an imposing figure: tall, her chestnut hair rich and flowing; striking blue eyes, a warm look from which could lift up the most downtrodden of spirits. The loose elegant dre...