Many thanks to Todger for editing this story. I would love to hear from readers about your ideas, comments, or suggestions and will try to answer any emails. And if you like the story please vote. ***** It was rare that Sam and Kate had any alone time. Kate decided their love life needed reviving and she asked her mother to take the kids for the weekend. S...
My dear Bruce, it's so lovely to be corresponding with you after all these years. Email is a marvelous tool. I still can't get over that Molly is your daughter – she has her mother's looks, fortunately for you. And fortunately for the rest of us, she has none of Elizabeth's boorish tendencies. The girl has been a real pleasure to work with, and I look forwa...
Author's note: This is the third in a progression of stories I wrote under my previous, and now strangely inaccessible name, Phobos&Deimos. ("Going Down?" and "Suddenly Sapphic") It is not essential to read them first to enjoy this story, but it will provide a little background and I wanted to give readers a heads-up to my other work thus far... Enjoy. * *...
Like many before me, I find myself in a rut. Same-old day-to-day frustrations at work, nothing seeming to inspire me and nothing to look forward to saving the day I can chuck it all in and walk away a free man. I do my best not to bring my gorgeous wife down with me, but the emptiness pervades everything I do so it is inevitable that she is affected by my ma...
A girlfriend at college, Kathy, invited me to Cape Cod for a weekend in late June. Her family had a house on South Pamet Road, in Truro, within the Cape Cod National Seashore, where existing houses were "grandfathered in" for their final years of private ownership. Gradually, they all will be razed and cleared. It is a vanishing paradise with sprawling paste...
Drums throb relentlessly, a heavy rhythm that works its way into your head. No ethereal elven flutes this time, this was the music of the Karsh...war drums. The cavern was once again filled to brimming with the flashing black plumage of the Karsh warriors, no female or slave was visible amidst the painted masses. The drummers form a semicircle at one end of...
There was little to be seen of the finer detail of her bedlah save for the flashes of bright red diaphanous material that swept by along with the movements of her body. For some the improvised dance in which she was engaged would have been termed belly dancing, but Jemima had always hated that term. It was so typically Western to boil something so ancient an...
Her moan was as soft and as exquisite as a field's first bloom, even while her quivering body like a thousand mothers birthing new life into the world. A radiant smile grew across Summer's lips as she mused on how she could still get such a reaction from her sister after all these eons. Stepping out of her form with her mind's eye, she gazed upon their avata...
A WOMAN THINKS I am a dignified woman of means. I have captured the heart of a man who will give himself in lavish adoration for my attention. I deserve to be respected, appreciated, and cuddled. We have raised two successful children, one male and one female. My son has learned to speak softly and honorably. He is a perfect 24 year old gentleman who has tu...
Click Here to listen to SexyChele read this story. (16.25 min/RealMedia) We were finally alone. I looked around the hotel room that Nancy's husband had rented for us, and smiled. It was very nice. Fully stocked refrigerator, in-room jacuzzi, non-stop porn movies, huge bed. I looked over at Nancy and smiled. We had spent the evening at a nearby bar, enjoyi...