The Village 03 -- Monday Morning in the Gite MONDAY morning Beth woke up, Denise was opening the curtains, singing happily. "Please don't do that EVERY morning." said Beth grumpily, putting her head under the bedclothes. "Tut, tut." said Denise happily, "Not so happy as were last night when Pierre was giving you a final shag!" "It's all your fault!" sai...
Chapter One -- The Deal Author's note: I know very little about playing poker. I have played blackjack in a few casinos in the USA, Australia, Europe, UK, even Vanuatu but that's the sum of my experience with gambling. Blame any factual errors squarely on me rather than my researchers, Google and Netflix xxx Michele Tiffany was not the name on her birth ce...
Brian Davies sat on the hard toilet seat in a cubicle of the men's room on the twelfth floor of the building housing the large publishing company he worked for; he was reading the Daily Mail and trying to kill the last half hour before quitting time. As a middle-management employee he didn't really work mandated hours; he was expected to work whatever hours...
Disclaimer: All witches in this story are 18 years of age and older, for that is the age of admission to the Academe. This story contains elements of mild fantasy, embarrassment, and some reluctance. Do pardon the slow burn. On a hill overlooking the forests and grounds of the Academe for the Arcane Arts grew an ancient black willow, in whose shade sat Eli...
Prolog Authors Note: It is strongly recommended, that Part 1 of this narrative be read to understand the setup of this particular story since it describes how Linda Wilson started her new job after receiving an associate's degree from a local community college. She began her first week with New World Marketing & Advertising as a receptionist/scheduler und...
Melissa and me have been married for just over fifteen years. We were together five years before that. We have a lovely house, in a semi rural area. Mel works from home, and I work in a warehouse, four shifts on and four off. With having no children, we have took on a bit of a nudist lifestyle around home. The sight of Mel naked in the garden still gets me...
As the title says, this is a continuation piece. You can read it as a stand alone, or check out the previous pieces first. This is faction. Agde is a real place. Yuuki is a real person. We really did spend three weeks in Agde last summer. The descriptions of Agde and of what happened there are as accurate as I can remember. Nothing is made up, except the de...
Authors Note: This is a collaborative effort by Openmouth, who wrote the part of Stormie and RoryOmore who wrote the part of Mark. All characters are over the age of eighteen. STORMIE Prologue: Stormie's Drive Stormie put her bags in the car and set off towards the highway. As she drove she contemplated what had brought her to this point, and what the pos...
I really hope the men reading this story are young enough to not remember this car. It's my husbands pride and joy. He spends so much time tinkering with it that he neglects me ..... And I need much more tinkering with! I had an appointment in town; we live so far away I could only get to it by driving there myself. The appointment was quite important, as I...
DISCLAIMER: All or any Breath Play described within MY writing, I highly discourage those without experience from delving. Please do not attempt any Breath Play fetish without being knowledgeable. CAUTION and PRECAUTION and a TRUSTWORTY PARTNER is a must! EDUCATION IS KEY! ***** Rosangela was more than nervous and tried to convince herself it was just...