Sorry for the long delay folks. Here's chapter two and for those who sent me words of encouragement to continue, offered critiques, and requests for some payoff, I hope you feel rewarded by this chapter. DAY 4 Nicola started the next day earlier than the previous one. Without the feeling of needing to catch up in her day, her morning jog was leisurely, wi...
Dear readers: what follows is the continuation of a story called "The Last Chapter" found on this site. Hope you love Sam, Edward, and Kila as much as I do. * When you sleep with Edward Warren, you never sleep alone. The intimacy between you is always shared. There are others in the bed with you. You can't see them, but you know they are there. You can fee...
I wrote this story for Steve, and for Selynn, at their request. They wanted a permanent record of their initial meeting, and of how their relationship really exploded into life, after their first real date. It was Steve that told me Part One of the story (Selynn interceding with some of her own emotions as we talked). Part Two of the story is an account of w...
********** This is a part of a longer thing that I've got going on in a different category. In this, a couple of people find that they're not as ... set into things as they'd thought that they were. A lot of them work for a company that flies transport and also does agricultural applications (cropdusting) in the American Southwest. There are a few relati...
An older story, originally broken into three parts. Not sure if it is completely romantic towards the end, but what the heck. I found it hidden away in the bottom of a drawer, a twenty-year old photograph of me and Jessica hugging and smiling. She'd been wearing her one-piece swimsuit, conservative in comparison to what the other girls had worn, but to...
The three women pushed through the exit doors of the Sound Bar, weaved their way through the lines of people awaiting entry, and hailed a cab as an L train, sparks cascading from beneath its undercarriage, lumbered across the tracks above. Piling into the back seat after her friends, Beth pulled the cab door shut behind her and fished the cell phone from he...
Fire! With the exception of about a dozen of my nearest and dearest friends everyone would think I am the perfect Mormon wife. I seem to adore my husband, love my kids, and am well respected in church. Yet, I feel guilty when I wear my garments and their promise of fidelity. That started when I fucked a coworker. I didn't mean for it to happen. It just d...
Author's note: the narrator becomes less of a douche bag as the story progresses. * Not too many living artists on the planet can get $600 for a pencil sketch, but I can. Jenna wanted a nude as a gift for her husband. She didn't earn much from her gigs as a model down at the guild. Her husband was pretty rich, but because Jenna was such a spend thrift, he...
Just over a year ago I got involved with a cougar and it has been fantastic. Like many third year students at university I had a lot of fun in Edinburgh in spite of the horrendous prices for food & drinks. Because I had my car ( not the greatest looking but it goes), my own apartment ( well that is a bit 'posh' for what it actually was) and it was shared w...
The second thing I noticed about her was her thick chestnut hair tumbling over her shoulders and down her back. Then I became aware of her sparkling green eyes and warm, inviting smile. But first I noticed her breasts which seemed to be softly exploding from beneath her white silk blouse. She wasn't huge like some silicon stripper, but she was definitely wel...