** Second week of November ** The year was blazing by and though it seemed chaotic, everyone had found their groove. My lover Britt, and her two besties, Gina and Kate, were fully ensconced at the university, bearing down the home stretch and looking forward to the end of the fall semester and the winter break. All three of my comely roommates were excited...
Freebird! Eddie Nesbit could not carry a tune under the best of circumstances but with only the uncaring wind to hear him bellow, emulating Ronnie Van Zant was not the hardest task. Above the hearty drone of the 351 Ford motor pushing him up the mighty Mississippi in an old Ski Nautique, Eddie and the late Van Zant sang their hearts out in praise of the als...
SET IN New Zealand. Not a lot of sex; a true romance. * CHAPTER 1 A tidal surge, not very high but loaded with power and breaking, snuck up behind the well-formed young woman looking upriver in mid-thigh deep water and flattened her. When Jess Turner regained her feet, spluttering, her bikini top was no more. Half dazed she walked from the water to hear t...
Chapter 1 - Hiking In My plan was to hike into a mountain wilderness area I knew and camp for two weeks. I'd planned to spend my, much needed, vacation relaxing and fishing at a lake high in the middle of the area. I knew no cell phones could reach me there and that the lake had been recently stocked with trout. They did the stocking by air using water tank...
[Author's Note: I would like to thank all my fans that have written to me over the several years it has taken to complete this novel. Your comments, suggestions and ideas have provided me with some great material. You have my gratitude. This last chapter of "Aunt Phoebe's Masturbatorium" will represent my final excursion into writing erotic literature for a...
Chapter 1 "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" There was a long pause of silence as Bob contemplated his options and possible responses; he wasn't a particularly rash person given to impulsive responses. Of course, the people sitting at the table in front of him were also not particularly focused on what he had been...
Chapter One - Paths - The wind gusted strongly through the small town. Fat flakes of snow fell, whipped into a frosty froth by the powerfully gusting wind, from slate gray skies gradually turning black at the unhurried approach of evening. I like snow, I always have. I could dimly remember cheerful childhood memories of running around through knee-deep...
I try to post something around the Fourth, to honor those who've served. Please let the length of this little tale be a testament to the respect that I have for all of you. This is a military Pilgrim's Progress, set in World War Two. It takes our hero on the fraught journey from youthful naïveté to adult capability via virtues that everybody in the military...
Quinton The reason people live in southern California is for the weather. Few places in the world can offer the perfect temperature on an early evening in middle of winter. Not too hot, nor humid, just perfect. This perfect night, I followed my wife up the dozen stairs to the front door of an outrageously expensive and opulent home. The house was amazing,...
There are a variety of fetishes in this story, including consensual violence and verbal abuse, raceplay, and watersports. This is a tale of a different age, a time so long ago and yet not so long ago. Cell phones did voice and nothing more. There was no Facebook, no social media. We still used the Yellow Pages, read news in the paper, and viewed porn in pr...