I could see my wife stepping out of the shower drying herself with a towel. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her long red hair flowed down past her shoulders and the contrast of her pale white skin and green eyes drove me crazy the very first time I met her. She was wiping her breasts now. They were naturally large and very full. I could barely see from the dis...
Authors Note: Yes every now and then there is a chapter that comes along that might be boring but needed. This one fits that category well as you will find out in the coming chapters. I have the story complete but have been meticuously going through the story and fixing the noted comments from Chapter one. I hope I have done that to every ones satisfaction....
As soon as he saw there was a man driving the Tahoe pulling into the dirt drive down the hill from his house, Eb motioned for Jenny to go inside, but she didn't pay him no never mind and just sat there on the weathered porch railing in her cutoff jeans, watching. It pissed him off, but there wasn't much he could do about it—he couldn't control her anymore, n...
Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. To get the full experience, please read through that one first. So, I missed a week. It's been a while, sorry for the delay. It's been a bit busy for me lately, what with moving into a new house, going back to university, and finding out that my twins are both girls! Daughters, yay! Beyond all that,...
You might be wondering how a dead man can tell a tale. If you actually were wondering this, you should know that you could be going crazy. Everyone knows 'Dead men tell no tales'. So does that mean I survived? Of course not; no human can possibly survive the destruction of an entire region. Did anyone survive where the bombs went off in Hiroshima or Nagasaki...
Unlike some of my other stories, there is no build up to the sex in the story. The sex comes early and often within the story. ***** "Do you think she is going to come tonight?" Ben Roth yelled to his wife, Amy. Amy was in the bathroom getting ready for their evening out, having dropped their two kids off at Ben's parents apartment, some two blocks away f...
The van's wheels changed tune, slowing as the woman stared hollowly at her hands cupped together lightly in her lap. She sat woodenly in the back of the van, her eyes aching from too little sleep, and nauseous from the trip. She leaned into the turn as the van made a right turn off the barely maintained county road, listening quietly as crunched underneath t...
This is a fictional account. Merry Christmas All! * Katie woke with a start and bolted up in bed. 'Where the hell am I?' she wondered in a bit of a panic. Bright sunshine streamed in the two windows made frosty looking from the snow and cold outside. It was warm and cozy inside and she was in a soft double bed with a nice thick comforter. She looked at her...
Prelude Bracks Club, Off Whitehall Friday 9pm It was damnable bad luck. Bracks had been an exclusive club for over two hundred years and most of the members looked like originals. The requirements of equality had been met by admitting two old prunes who never used the place and a young Sikh who had yet to hit the glass ceiling and so was working long hour...
(The usual proviso: This story is fiction. All persons depicted as having sex or in an erotic situation were designated by the writer to be adults, having achieved at least their eighteenth birthdays. All persons in this story are products of the writer's imagination, and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.) ***** Across the da...