We are back but we need to explain a few things. We had almost decided to stop the adventures after the New Year's Eve party because the webmaster has moved all of the stories to Novels and Novellas. We have gone from over 12,000 reads the first month to around 4,000, but it appears we have about 4,000 loyal readers, we thank you. I changed the comments to m...
Note to readers: this is the 9th part of a series - it should make sense and be readable by itself, but if you like it (or if you don't for reasons other than writing style) it may be worth reading the back story to see how Penny and Sean got to this strange place. Speaking of which, this story could be in the Loving Wives category, or veering into the BDSM...
Please read the previous chapter before starting this one. This story follows an increasing number of characters; thus, to reduce confusion the reader will find a ‘list of the characters’ at the end of each chapter with approximate ages and how they ‘fit’ into the plot. Enjoy. The Stuff That Dreams Are Made of – Chapter 2 The three of us were late for w...
Standing on the edge of the cliff looking out to sea, I watched in the distance, the silhouette of an oil tanker going out to sea. Putting a hand on either side of my hips then taking a deep breath of clean air at the same time listening to the ocean crash on the rocks below. Kneeling down I scooped a handful of dirt then bringing it up to my nose smelling t...
June of 2001... The Evening of Graduation Day "I DARE YOU TO GO UPSTAIRS AND FUCK BIG RHONDA!" Tristan could not believe the demand that was spew out of Ethan's mouth. It was so unbelievable that he asked his best friend of seventeen years to repeat himself. Once again, but this time with a taste of sadistic glee, Ethan had repeated his dare to Tristan. "...
PRELUDE I met Jerri my first year of graduate school. We were in the same major, although we had different areas on interest. I was attracted to her from the moment I first saw her. She had dark brunette hair, a good figure, a pretty face, and large lips that screamed to be kissed. For two years Jerri was in several of the "core" classes with me. I befrien...
"You need to get more aerobic exercise," said Dr. Smith, studying the printout that integrated the stress test, lung capacity test and blood oxygen levels from the torture device on which I'd just spent 15 minutes. "Your muscle tone and body fat percentages aren't bad, and neither is your cholesterol level, but your oxygen delivery stinks. How much exercise...
Chapter one of this short series is the first story I had written, it's been on my computer for some time. Hopefully I caught most of the errors. ***** The house was nothing but chaos and a whirlwind of activity. People everywhere, shaking my hand, wishing me well, offering condolences, the afternoon seemed to go on forever. The reality of it was, I just w...
I awoke to a gentile kissing of my neck. It felt so good that it brought a smile to my lips. I was almost positive that it was Bill kissing me, but I couldn't sure. I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made believe I was still asleep so whoever it was would continue. I next felt my sides being touched then a hand on my tummy "I can see you smiling, you snea...
All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18 years of age. * Some guys are strong, with big rippling muscles. Some are athletes, like the guys who captained the football team at high school, then go on to set the record on the rowing machine at the work gym. I am neither, and I've always known it. I am, however, clever. It took me a long time to...