This is a work of fiction. No person in this story is based on or relates to any living person. The activities described in this story are imaginary and are neither condoned nor recommended by the author. ***** Monique falls for just the right guy. She strode into the bar, looking as though she owned the place. We get plenty of chicks here, but she was e...
"Sharks are nocturnal animals," said Emily. The Mexicana swirled her arms and legs hard in the water. She was so skinny that her body seemingly wanted to pierce the water and go down. Her arms were so skinny that they were more like a knife cutting water than the paddles of a sea otter pushing the water. Her lips were purple. The pool water sapped heat from...
Part one. (The train) God! But she was beautiful in those days. Not that Jenni is any less beautiful now, but she was unbelievably stunning back then. Since though, time and the bearing and rearing of children have taken their toll. Jenni still is a very good looking woman, a little thicker than she would like, but all in all, very pretty for a fifty somet...
The first thing I did the next morning was to reconfirm with Faith that it hadn't just been the alcohol speaking when she had suggested the whole seduction thing. After establishing that it wasn't, I then approached Melinda to ensure that she was still comfortable with the scenario. It was probably a silly question, but I had to ask and she confirmed that sh...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. ***** Within a month or so, Liz and I had more-or-less settled into our new home. We had also been welcomed to the small community and outed to our neighbors as nudists. (see A New Investigation). We soon resumed our running routine. Si...
The fever had lasted two days. The wounds on the harem woman's back had turned bright red with infection, and Cayn had been forced to use much of their limited water supply to clean them. Having spent so much of his life in the field, bandaging her wounds with the tattered remains of her clothing was second nature to him. His own tunic was all he had to clot...
This is an entry in the Winter Holiday Contest, so I would appreciate your votes, and, as always, your feedback and comments. This is a Romance story, so if you are looking for hardcore descriptions of sex, you should look elsewhere, but I hope you enjoy this. Part 1: About Me I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania and attended the local Catholic school...
Melissa gazed down at the small space where her feet rested. Her black, flat heeled shoes, the ones that gave her comfort and reminded her of how easy it was for her to just forget the world, were tattered and worn, the seams on the side ungluing. She sighed deeply, trying to calm herself, remembering where she was. If anyone had told her almost a year ago...
Author's note: It has occurred to me reading submissions that what the reader gains from the piece often depends on the point of view that it is written from. I have written this story from both the male and female viewpoint, the two stories are in some ways complementary. For the alternative version please read Spanish Contract – Venessa. Spanish Contract...
A writer living next door to two gorgeous women discovers a window into their lives and after six months of watching them finally gets to participate. I found channel 69 by accident. I was apartment sitting for my old friend George who owned a large security and surveillance company. George's apartment was in a fashionable quarter of the city. I was visiti...