To truly appreciate this tale, you must first understand the case of one Erin Alice Dotson. Growing up, Erin was the bane of her father's existence. Her mother had perished in childbirth, leaving her to imitate her father for much of her life. She was a tomboy; she loved to climb trees, skinny dip, and flirt with the girls. The trouble was, the girls always...
I watched as my wife Joan got dressed. For a woman nearing 50, she was very, very hot. I thought to myself once again how lucky I was to be married to her. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled, and as if she was reading my mind, said, "Hey, you know, I am not bad for a old woman. Not bad at all." I just smiled back. Then she said, "So what exactly a...
"You can undress here. He's waiting for you." It was the morning of the 26th. Catherine Ryan was on a flight back to SFO. Sarah and Sophie Scott had returned to their normal routines in Jersey City as Park Place Mailgirls One and Two. Ben O'Neill was likely getting ready for his own return to work in LA. And Erin Ryan O'Neill had been shipped, in a dog car...
This story was written as part of a challenge for the members of a yahoo group that had all of us using a common starting point, (a story starter) and then continuing the story as we saw fit. What follows is my take on the story. ************************************************** Date Night Saturday was our date night. It was a chance to change the tempo...
This is the second to last chapter. I hope you like it. Chapter 11 is still only about half-way, but expect it mid-month. ********************************************** Luka shot upright in bed at the sound of breaking glass and voices on the ground floor. Pulling the sheets neater across the bed, he told Erin to sit with her back against the headboard an...
I work for a retail company and one of my responsibilities is performing regular audits of our retail stores. I know what your thinking, there's a fun job, and your right the job itself is boring and sometimes the travel gets to be a pain in the ass but the pays good and as I found out last summer there can be some other benefits to the job. My boss came to...
Chapter Three: The Harvest You've read the first two episodes of this grand adventure of mine, the attempt to attain a long-lived fantasy of mine, to see my pretty little wife Erin being fucked by another man while I watched. We advanced from fantasizing about it together, to her having had sex with our closest male friend and then delivering me a hot cream...
Author's Note: My friend Erin Fox seems to be enjoying these stories about "her" life, so here's another, written with her permission. I hope you enjoy it. ~~BrettJ * Erin Fox sighed as she looked at her favorite pair of black leather pants and the new boots she had purchased a few days ago. It was a Friday night and she wanted to go out and have fun, danc...
Erin Colleen Romano was born on St. Patrick’s Day; March 17th, 1949, at 3:17 a.m. to Carmella {nee: Pasquale} and Frank Romano; in two Italian families when you ALWAYS named your bambinos after the father if the baby was a boy or after the maternal grandmother if a girl, or in a final option; in honor of the ordained-to-be Italian Godparent. It was considere...
This story is the nineteenth in a series. It may or may not be the last depending upon response. While this story can, hopefully, be read enjoyably by itself, the earlier installments provide context and character background. My characters and their names are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any real person is unintended and coincidental. ***** The...