This is continuation of the series. It's first and foremost a story so if you're just looking for a quick sex scene, this isn't the story for you. It will continue though. Thanks to all the readers who have encouraged me to continue the series. I guess these characters have marinated long enough and are ready to tell more stories. Thanks for reading! ****...
FROM THE JOURNAL OF JESSICA WOODRUE: My name is Jessica Woodrue, daughter of disgraced brain surgeon, Doctor Jason Woodrue. I write this journal as a testament to his both his research and mine. My father worked on a project his was insanely passionate about - Project Gilgamesh. The goal of his research was simple: create the ultimate super-soldier. He und...
Myself and my wife Steff were in Mallorca on a weeks holiday staying at a nice hotel in the north east of the Island. Having been busy with work prior to leaving i was in desperate need of a haircut, so Steff, mentioned the hotel had a hairdressing salon and would book an appointment for me. Just to give you a little background on us - Steff is of German o...
Written under the Direction of and Approved by IF. ***** She ['Katie', if that was her name] returned from the Ladies, slid elegantly into the nook - and smoothly across until the warmth of her hip was pressed to mine. "Thank you," she turned, biting down quickly on my earlobe, then taking up the fresh glass of wine I'd ordered in her absence. She was att...
"How long have you had those, ahem, kind of fantasies, Thurgood?" Melanie Durocher asked, and the fifty-something, five-foot-ten, statuesque and plump, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, matronly Quebecer looked intently at the six-foot-tall, handsome and well-dressed young Black man who sat opposite her. They were at the Tim Horton's located on Metcalfe Street in do...
Note: not much sex in this. More focused on developing the relationship. ***** At four in the morning a peal of thunder as another storm front rolled though woke Amanda. She looked at the man sleeping beside her and thought, I didn't imagine this. He's really here with me and we made love. She was a bit sore, thinking it was due to lack of sex and partiall...
The click of wheels on cobblestone drowned out their silence. Each drove her closer to the docks but further from home. The rhythmic trundling of their closed carriage slowed and became disruptive. Melissa tensed as animate voices began to bleed through their carts darkened walls. As they advanced, the mass of uncouth, loud, and grating tones surrounded her...
It was almost noon when the sun started to peek through the edge of the blinds making Erin stir. As she saw the naked form of her best friend next to her curled up in her man's arms, the events of the previous night replayed in her head, causing her to smile and renewing a familiar dampness down below. She gingerly slipped out of bed so as not to disturb the...
When you are a divorced woman in your early forties, your "friends" tend to arrange dates disguised as "outings." The reason is, because they see you as the lonely professional sister that "needs" a man to complete her circle. And while the thought of having a man was a nice thought. I knew that needing one was a non starter. You see, I make no bones about...
We've been married for 20 years and decided to go on a second honeymoon to celebrate. We live an active lifestyle both Jim and I love our health club and keep ourselves in great shape. We both get more than our share of attention. We've finally reached the point in our lives where we're free to do most anything we want. This lovely vacation was exactly what...