My name is Peter Johnson. And no, my middle name is not Dick. It's Allen. I'd been divorced for nine years, never had any kids. After the heartbreak of a failed marriage, I didn't care much about women and their needs, other than sexually. They were fun to fuck, but could not be trusted outside the bedroom. Once you said 'I do', they said 'don't you dare' ev...
NOTE: For those of you joining us right now, this story will make infinitely more sense if you take the trouble of reading the first chapter. If you haven't the patience to go back, this story focuses upon the private life of a public couple. As the most accomplished porn star of modern times, Samson lives out popular male sex fantasies on a daily basis. Yet...
** Just a clarification: King and Dove met when they were youngsters and, yes, there is a decade that separates them. But I must underscore that there is ABSOLUTELY NO UNDERAGE SEX IN THIS STORY. The passsages describing Dove as a minor merely underscore the fact that their friendship--and yes, there are relationships and marriages that have their seeds in...
Please Comment. My work is inspired by your words. I want to hear what you think. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Two Tonight, was a night he had taken considerable special effort to get together. Asking his mother if he could borrow her car was the final touch to the outcome he had in mind. She had acquiesced...
Dear MJ, I'm writing this on my tablet, in the backseat of your car as you drive to the airport, Felicia in the passenger seat, pointing out landmarks from a tour guide. I think she wants you to stay. I know I do. But it's my job—my privilege—to support you and I could never be as selfish as to ask you to turn an opportunity like this down. So don't think...
Felicia lived in an Empire Suite in the Carlyle, the luxury hotel where Marilyn Monroe had had her tryst with JFK, thanks to some secret tunnels. Peter guessed knowing that was how some real estate agent had made a mint off Felicia Hardy. Being gently, but somewhat icily ushered in by the various concierges and door staff, Peter and Darcy made their way to...
A continuation of Laura's awakening. ***** After Lynn had returned to the US, life for me settled back into a routine. My husband continued to be a pain. He had announced that he had been chosen to head a sales initiative, which meant a trip to China in a weeks time. I was thankful that I'd have some time on my own for ten days. I eventually caught up wit...
They arrived at their destination, which was only a mile or so south from the field turnout. The western sky was flashing up again like a neon billboard on the Vegas strip. The second wave of the storm system was going to crash hard on the countryside. Dylan had pulled the vehicle into the long driveway that led to the yellow building. The same yellow build...
I can barely see you out in front of me as you tear down the snowy mountain, digging edges with your birthday present; a new snowboard. The shredded, virginal powder delicately sprinkles into my face, across my sunglasses. If it were anyone else in front of me, I'd tell you to slow down. But it's that perfect, heart-shaped ass that keeps my mouth shut. What...
A blast of frozen world smacks Hollis in the face and bare chest. He closes the front door as quickly as possible without slamming it shut. Instead of venturing out, he looks through the window at the icy enchantment that surrounds the omega's house. No... their house. Now it was their shared dream home, their woods, even their carved mermaid lashed to the p...