Leah plodded through the door to the infirmary. The lights were down and only two of the eight beds were occupied. Both of them were on Leah's right, snoring quietly. She tiptoed down the middle aisle between the beds to the back room. Leah's skin was dusky purple in the dark until the harsh backroom lights revealed it to be a slightly faded teal. Her waist-...
Chapter 7: A Lesson in Massage This story is an adaptation of the first sexual roleplaying thread I ever started. It is told from several viewpoints, Violet who is the main female figure, Amber who changes from visitor to resident, and several male visitor's. It is broken into several episodes for easier reading. * * * * * Violet's eyes: I drift off to a...
Author's note: I had to laugh… even though I wrote the very first part of this story well over a year ago, the line where Tom read on the internet that "Gas prices were up. The house market was down. There was some kind of a thing happening in Los Angeles today" still pretty much holds true today. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't laugh… Al...
Sameena sighed as she closed the front door behind her. She flipped her shoes off, not bothering to put them on the rack, and sagged onto the settee. It had been another long, soul-destroying day at work. Christmas was just round the corner, and, while she was looking forward to spending time with her family, she had to take all the extra shifts she could fi...
Selena reached the docks the following afternoon to find them in a state of near pandemonium. It took her a while to locate the Arabia among the various craft that were anchored nearby. She was somewhat surprised that it wasn't a larger boat. The Arabia was twenty nine feet wide by one hundred and seventy feet long. She was built of wood and painted white, w...
Fall 1951 Dale County, Alabama "Hey, Johnny." Johnny nearly dropped his wrench into the engine of his old '37 Chevy pickup. Slowly he pulled himself out from under the hood, hoping his ears hadn't heard what they just did. Sure enough. There she was. Greta Mansfield. Lord girl, you should not be here. The afternoon sun outside the barn's open doors cas...
Edited by: Pope1944. Thanks! *** Jennifer woke up in the middle of the night. She was sure she had heard her child crying. She sat up in bed before stopping herself: Ewan was with his grandparents. She probably only dreamed of hearing him cry. Turning to her right Jennifer looked at Lance, her husband, and sighed. Crossing her legs beneath her, she spent a...
It's not every day you see a tanned Amazonian woman giving head to a lanky twenty year old behind a large boulder at the beach. The semi drunk couple staggered over to their usual spot and found it heavily preoccupied. The woman was really determined to make his pipe burst into a wild frenzy. It didn't take very long as he squirted inside her mouth in the fo...
Castlewick Manor stood in several acres of sumptuous grounds, formally laid out according to the latest fashion. An elegant avenue of elm trees swept up to the graceful front portico, and beyond the kitchen garden at the rear of the manor the formal gardens gave on to a rather sweet little pond with apple orchards beyond. An observer perched on the top of on...
I wrote this story for a male friend of mine who wanted a story of himself and a woman he might meet on a drive. He was happy with it. ***** I decided to take a drive and headed out on the highway. It was a beautiful fall day with all the leaves falling off the trees. I love this time of year cause not only is it cooler but not too cold, but also I loved a...