Categories: Slow start, historical abuse and violence, sex toys, all sex, threesome, love. Chapter One. My name is Jeffrey but I prefer Jeff, never mind the last name (you'll understand the reasoning for that later). I am thirty and still single, much to my mother's distress. I've had a few girlfriends, a couple have been quite serious but it never quite w...
This is the twenty-sixth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones (although sometimes it helps with the context and names a bit). With the Covid crisis in the UK I've had more time on my hands and so this episode is longer than the previous ones. Twice as long in fact. The y...
Chapter 1 The waiter poured the last of the wine into their glasses and retreated with the empty plates. John took Carol's hand as she put down her glass. Looking into her eyes he spoke in a serious tone. "What do you think is the most intimate experience two people can share?" "I don't know, sexual intercourse I suppose." "I think there is something muc...
Note: I can't believe it! Instead of rejecting the story, they cut of at least 1, possibly 2 pages of it. I will add them here, hoping it makes sense to you, because they are out of context. Bob ******************************** 57. Shocks to her system They couldn't catch a break. They were up at 5 AM to get a 7 o'clock flight out of Washington National t...
Chapter 6 -- LTPC Hi folks, Sorry about the wait. Thanks for the encouragement over the years. I'm still working on chapter 8 and will release 7 once I'm happy with it. A thanks to WideAwakeNow for helping with editing. Stay tuned and I hope you enjoy. LTPC *** "Annabel, wake up," Chris gently shook his sleeping girlfriend. "Hrmm? What is it?" came...
This is a work of fiction and is entirely a product of my mind. Any failures of omission or commission are entirely my responsibility. ***** I don't know why the Kenny Rogers song ran through my mind at that moment, but they did. "You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em; know when to walk away and know when to run; you never count your mo...
Backroads or: On Being Blown Sideways Down the Road Less Traveled There's something peculiarly energizing about a road trip, even if, as is so often the case, it's a journey to nowhere in particular. Even if you've been down the same road a hundred times before, there's always the hint of something new in the air, some new adventure at hand right around t...
Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, and punctuation. Please see my bio for more information. CHAPTER 1: INTO DARKNESS Jules sat in his crash couch as he fiddled with the bulky, black combat armor that he was wearing over his two-piece...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...
The sound of crickets chirping happily in the late afternoon sunlight combined with the sight of his faithful three year old white and tan little Basenji hound lounging contentedly on the end of the worn black leather couch he had been sleeping on for the past year allowed Vlad a small measure of comfort against the stress of staying alive as he awoke from h...