Author's note: Chapter 11 of 13. Thank you Tim413413 for selfless editing. The Perfect Pieces - Chapter 11 The smell of coffee woke me from my uncomfortable slumber. Amber was in the kitchen, once again in my robe. She smiled when she saw me sit up. "Lizzy is still asleep," she whispered and pointed to the porch door. I stood, stretched some couch kinks ou...
This is a cuckold story. Am I wasting my keystrokes? If you don't like cuckold, then skip to the next story. If you don't know what cuckold is, google it or something. Really. You know, there are genres of porn I don't like. Nothing personal, but "furry" porn and "scat" porn I really can't stand. Know what? I don't read them. Simple. That said, this story...
Not a whole lot of sex in this one, but I hope that it is worth the reading. My sister and I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. My dad was a moderately successful attorney, and my mother worked in commercial real estate. We weren't wealthy, but we never lacked for anything. It was in December of my sophomore year of college that I got the call from my...
The billowing of the sheer drapes, in the pre-dawn breeze, awakened me. As I sat up in the bed, I looked at the sleeping form of Jeanne. She was lovely. I got out of bed and padded across the room to close the French doors and draw the heavy velvet drapes. I looked over the small balcony towards the moon dappled sea in the distance below my suite in this lux...
"Thy vulva is a rounded bowl, That never lacks mixed wine." The Song of Songs, 7:2 Reaching into the darkness, I touch the soft curve of a shoulder, a slender, tapered neck. I lift the bottle out of the closet, into the light--Vosne-Romanee 1978, a wine that in a less prosaic and technical time would have been called feminine. The ter...
When I arrived at the mine I had known what was expected of me but I still found the reality frightening to begin with. However, you get used to the life. My name is Carmen. I was born and baptised as Carlos nineteen years before this story begins. As long as I can remember I knew I was a girl. My parents died when I was seven years old and I went to live wi...
Hi everyone! I haven't posted in a while, but I definitely have been having a lot of experiences. Best news is that I found a new adult bookstore to hang out in! I found out about if from a guy who I gave a blow job to in SECRETS in Jack London Square in Oakland. He asked me if I'd ever been there, and I told him I'd never even heard of it. It's a place call...
I looked up from my book as I saw headlights illuminate my study. A car had entered my driveway. I raised my wrist in languid motion and saw that it was 8:45 and I knew just who it was. I had instructed my sub to arrive promptly at 9 and be on my back deck awaiting me in position #4. Well, I guess I can't blame Jeremy for being on time... too bad. No, wait,...
Authors Note: Once again, this story would not have been possible without the encouragement and support from my readers and fans. I thank you all. I have tried my best to convey feelings and ideas in my head. I hope that it translates well into words. Feel free to let me know what you think about this story. ***** Chapter 6 - A Glimpse into Me It was th...
Changing planes in Chicago is always tough, maybe the toughest. There are no direct flights from New Orleans to Montreal. I make the trek five or six times each year, and I never get used to it. (Hospital and cemetery duty and guilt. Nothing you'd be interested in reading about.) I walk half-way around the terminal to get to Gate 21 -- always the same gate...