Author's ed. notes: Thank you to my readers. I am humbled by the responses I have already received. I hope you will enjoy this latest installment. It is one of my longest stories but filled with erotic content. To new readers: All my stories are long, this one especially so, with most of the hot sex in later chapters, but I think worth the wait. This s...
Here is chapter seven. I hope this will satisfy those who have been patiently waiting. This is the longest installment so far...it came to almost seventy-five pages in MS Word. I was surprised at how easy it was to write this particular chapter; it certainly cuts way down on the time between postings. I guess when dealing with the darker side of fiction, my...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Author's Note: This has an alternate ending to 'Flowers in the Heart.' It read the same as the original posting, until page 4. After posting the story, I realized that Scott was just a little too quick to accept his girlfriend's differences, especially...
The overland bus leaned into the mountainous turn, as if to give the passengers a better view at the steep mountain side. Desert dust, no plants, only a few large boulders pigmented the drab sight. Regardless, the class was cheery. The rare field trip let them see something other than a ruined city. Mountain peaks, drop offs, and large boulders were still a...
This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...
Sequel to What are the odds? Dear reader. This is set in Australia. We spell colour, with a 'u'. We have arses. We are sometimes arses. OK, most of the time we are arses. 'Shit' is one of our most versatile words. 'Fuck' is punctuation and sometimes 'Cunt' is a diminutive sobriquet. "Naw, lookit the little cunt." I'm sorry in advance for the legwork you may...
Note from the author: Hi everybody! It's been a while since I wrote in a contemporary setting. It was the announcement of World Gin Day - an event unknown to me until this year - that tickled my fancy. However, truth be told, I've also had to tackle some major writer's block. So... finally, here is my new tale, which I hope you will all enjoy! P.S.: The pac...
I never had been all that good at anything except searching out distractions to the dull pain of my relentlessly and unpleasantly bland life. Which was nothing since distractions were plentiful and were essentially within arms reach. All it took was a flick of the switch and sound and image of the TV flamed on. Not much of a flame, though. Not like staring i...
"Can we use your key?" Brian asked, turning to Kelly as they crossed the hotel courtyard area towards their ground-floor room. Exterior lights were beginning to flick into existence all around the pool's patio area as the daylight began to disappear. "Oh," Kelly seemed to remember, patting a hand against her chest. "I... lost mine. I think?" "Had it tucke...
Dr. Gilson droned the entire ride to Buckingham Palace about the great history behind all the sights we would be taking in throughout the day. All I could focus on was the fact that I was wearing a short skirt and plunging neckline halter top without a stitch of underwear. I also had at least one, if not two, eager photographers with an itch to help me in my...