Chapter 1 Palmer McIntyre sat on his porch enjoying the morning view of the shallow valley below. The narrow-broken skyline of Gallatin, Missouri could be seen peeking between the rustling tips of lush green trees in the distance. Listening to the morning news on the old radio, a broadcast caught his attention. "This is Roger Cross with breaking news; A...
INTRODUCTION Connie Shutter, the mistress of a small-time New York diamond merchant, was visiting her parents in Toronto when she was bent forward in pain. She suspected the arrival of her baby was imminent. White-faced, Connie said she was returning to New York. "But you still have three days left with us," Beryl her mom complained but Connie said, "Mom...
"Finish up what you're doing, Fleming. Descent Prep starts in T minus two-forty." Flight's voice came over the station's public address system, echoing around the long circular outer corridor. "How does he...ooo, fuck yes, nnhh...always know? ...oh yes. Fuuuck!" Fleming's voice rose with a squeal of delight as Jonah pushed hard into her sweet cunt, pulling...
Many thanks to Kristen2928 for editing this story and for her wonderful support, very much appreciated. All characters are fictitious and all characters engaging in any sexual activity are over 18. ***** CHAPTER 1. ANNELISE Monday 3rd January The first thing that saved Karen and I, was my taking six months long-service leave and seeking somewhere quie...
PART 2: The Media ***SATURDAY*** Last night's blowjob had been alright. Nicole was enthusiastic, but clearly she was a novice. I spent half the time trying to avoid her teeth. And when I came, despite my warning, she choked and wasn't able to swallow anything. But if at first you don't succeed... And so I awoke this morning to find Nicole's head bobbing u...
***This is the first story I've posted since the death of my best friend, my confidante, and my brother. It, and all my future stories, will be dedicated to my loving brother, who left us all too soon. May he be free from his pain and in a better place. I love you, ~B...with all my heart and soul. XO ~L*** ***** Life can be tricky. It may take a person a w...
It wasn't until I was doing my umpteenth impeccable edit of this story, that it suddenly dawned upon me. "Flashman"!?! It has been a few years since I remember last reading any of Fraser's masterful1 series about the Not-So-Gentlemanly Craven Adventurer Across World History. Whom we all loved to hate. (We all hated to love?) Damnation! It pisses me off,...
A beat up, half dead Datsun B210 raced down the highway, its engine whining like an old sewing machine with a brick on the foot pedal, leaving behind a blue smokescreen in its wake. The steering wheel shook so badly that the young woman in the driver's seat had to keep her fingers wrapped tightly around it, white knuckled and hanging on for dear life just to...
Dear reader, I've written this story for the inaugural 'In a Sunburned Country Event', for both my enjoyment and yours. I self-edited, and although I've proof-read several times, the time came when I needed to stop playing with it and put it out there. Anyhow, I've found the best way to discover an error is to publish, so apologies for any mistakes. The ev...
Chapter 1 Liz buried her head under a pillow and groaned. The slamming of the front door had startled her from a sweet dream and a quick glance at her alarm told her that Todd was the culprit. The red glaring numbers read 1 a.m., which meant he had gone out to celebrate the end of mid terms and from the sounds of it, he had company. The thin walls of their...