This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed. This is the second part of three. It will make more sense if you read Chapter 1 first. Click on my author name above to see my list of stories. * * * * * We lay clasped in each other's arms for what seemed ages, unt...
Here we explore the subculture of "sleepy sex," where one or more participants assume the role of a cadaver. This fetish may range from benign to murderous. Our tale, however, relies on liquor, licentiousness and latex. I take the liberty of setting the story in a funeral home. In reality, the cemetery or mortuary would be far too perilous an arena. Anonymit...
Joyce, what can I tell you about her? Well, more than a few years ago, and let's face it girls, the same applies to all of us, she was a cracking looker. I know, because I have seen some pictures from back then. Mind you, she isn't a bad looker now at sixty, just a bit more what you might call cuddly. We had a right evening when she told us her story. * I...
"Shit happens!" he thought to himself, "to everyone, a few times in their lives. There's nothing you can really do about it when your wife falls for another man and just drives away." Phil really couldn't figure it out, other than he wasn't doing something right. He knew he didn't do anything wrong to turn her away. He'd always been a loving and devoted husb...
Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, one of many, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, Being Jim. ***** This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past. Names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Discretion is a...
I wish to thank all who have offered feedback to make this a better series. A.M. Pastor Sarah and Barbara talked about what life was going to be like now that she wouldn’t have to worry about money to be able to provide for Jason. They had been watching the TV coverage and laughing about how frustrated the reporters were when they couldn’t find out why J...
Copyright PennameWombat July 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...
French woke in the morning to a bright winter sun shining through the bamboo blinds on her bedroom window. Immediately, instinctively, she knew that she was alone in her apartment. Aidan had left. She felt a vague sense of disappointment that he wasn't there, but she also acknowledged that she needed time away from him to examine their newly forged relations...
I I worked with "Don", or should I put it I worked at the same company as he did. We didn't actually work together, just that from time to time our jobs merged. We both had an interest in photography, he professionally and me as an amateur. (primarily nudes of my soon to be wife, Susan) Every once in a while I would look him up and ask questions about ca...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have adapted and edited these notes and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at l...