Yesterday was a holiday in the UK and I took the opportunity to clear some clutter from my garage. I had the doors open and sorted the stuff I didn't want into my car. Hot work with tins of paint, old metal and a load of paving slabs. I was stretching my back when my neighbour Jane drove up. She sat in the car for a long time so I straightened up and looked...
Horray! I am done with my work on Holiday Cup Of Joe (That is my next Ice Era Chronicle.) So you know what that means??? I can play with this again. Writing about these alien takes me back to a time when I didn't have so much to worry about. I know. That's odd. Anyway, if you are still here reading, thanks! Cheers, ~M. from C.M. Moore *** *Chapter 3*...
(Warning: This is a graphic story about menstruation and menstrual sex.) The band was setting up for the evening's entertainment as Michelle returned with our drinks. As she crossed the room, a woman who had been standing beside her at the hotel's bar walked over and touched Michelle on the shoulder. She stood close to her, almost whispering in my girlfrien...
Jim and Karen lived a few doors from their best friends Peter and Wendy. All in their mid-thirties, they had known each other since college days and since then had enjoyed many holidays and social events together. One Friday evening they found themselves in a group of eight at a wine tasting with various neighbors from the immediate area. The wine had loos...
We met at university, I was a couple of years older than her, she was nineteen, I was twenty-one. We had fairly quickly gravitated towards each other, we came from not dissimilar backgrounds, blue blood and old money. I come from the South of England, the second son of wealthy titled parents, Henrietta comes from the North West, the only daughter of wealthy...
Starring: Malene Espensen Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction, it has never happened. Please keep this story to this site only, if you want to share elsewhere DM me and ask for permission. ************* Peter Andrews sat in his lounge, glass of whisky in his hand. It had been an amazing year, so far. He had found a brilliant new job, a well paid one...
Marie tensed up as the wheels on the plane lowered. Her lover, James, grabbed her hand to comfort her. She squeezed his hand tightly as the wheels touched down and then the plane came to a full stop on the tarmac. They stood up and James took down their carry-on luggage. As they proceeded out of the plane, the warm, moist air hit Marie and she breathed the...
The best weekend of my life started out simply enough. I drove the six hours separating mine and my best friend, Mary's, colleges and stayed at her house for a nice, long, holiday weekend. And I was determined to get laid. I arrived at Mary's house Friday night with plenty of time for catching up, dinner, and drinks in her living room late into the night....
I had been watching my wife and the stranger dance for quite some time now with uneasiness in my gut. Watching her embrace the man, observing the way they grooved and rocked their hips to the arousing rhythm of the Calypso music played by the club's live band. The way she seemed so unbound, so shamelessly happy. I could feel a tightness in my throat, and que...
Gabrielle McBeth had a good life. She and her husband, Antonio, were 28 years old and had been married for six years. They had an eight year-old son named Aiden Antonio and a five year-old daughter named Ava Gabrielle. Her husband was an industrious fellow who flipped houses for a living earning just over six figures a year. She was able to be a stay-at-home...