Yet again I found myself alone in Mike's shower. The hot water hit my lower back and ran down my ass. His semen washed off my thighs and the tenderness of my pussy was becoming easier to ignore. I turned around and let the water run down my chest, around my breasts, down the lines of my abs, and between my thighs. I kept my hair tied up to keep it dry. It wa...
Chapter 11 Peter Neri took off his Stetson and laid it on the seat next to him. He picked up the thermos unscrewed the lid and poured himself a small cup of coffee. Steve McKinny just arrived back from Marfa and was in the process of hauling all of his camera gear through the lobby of the Holland Hotel. Consuelo told Mister Neri that April was waiting for S...
Thanks to LaRacasse for suggesting a story set in India, and homage to E. M. Forster, creator of a masterpiece. I have tried to capture the language and attitudes of the time (roughly 1925), even as I exaggerated them in this parody; that which is offensive today was common speech then, and vice versa. So if racism and other political incorrectnesses offend...
Chapter 1 This is the story of Dr J, a retired general practitioner whom volunteered to serve in a small province at southern China. He arrived there about two years ago. It was a poor village where non of the local doctors would serve there for fear of being in poverty. Dr J had made his monies and they were invested in real estates and stocks which gener...
Chapter 18 - A weakness in Lisa's character Bernadette and Cherine returned downstairs fairly late, having spent more time than they anticipated in the pool. At first they were in the pool by themselves, but just as they were about to get out, a large group of women got in, carrying a water-volleyball and a net. They explained that the Four-Betas played wat...
Author's note: For the non-motorcycle enthusiast, the name Sturgis probably won't mean a whole hell of a lot, but it is – trust me. Sturgis is the "largest motorcycle rally" in the world where the little town of Sturgis, South Dakota has its population increased by about 500,000 motorcycle riders each year in August. With the exception of four of these rall...
My train pulled smoothly out of St Pancras dead on time. I had bought a big, fat paperback at the station, for the journey. But I did not even open it. It was a glorious day and I was intrigued by the scenery speeding silently past my window. The change of trains, at Lille, went without a hitch. The long journey seemed to pass in no time and suddenly I was s...
I was bleeding like a stuck pig from the cut I had just ripped on my right hand working on my car engine, so I ran from the garage into the downstairs bathroom for a towel and then a washcloth. Then I reached into the medicine cabinet for a Band-Aid, finding the metal box right next to my wife's birth control pills. After putting two Band-Aids on the cut, I...
Author's Note - Please read from Chapter 1 to best make sense of this. This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sexy-times, but they will only happen as the story's pace dictates, and that won't start quick. Edited 9 November 2019 All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 or older. ***** Chapter 10 They walked across campus hand-in...
"Isn't that place Monsters Only?" Jean asked. The two women with him had different reactions. Maggie squeezed his hand. She was sitting in the aisle seat of the shuddering old transit bus next to him. Her soft features and comforting presence reminded him of the archetypal girl next door. That she turned into a slavering, bloodthirsty werewolf every full mo...