The summer between my junior and senior years at a small Florida college in the 1970's, I was working full-time at JC Penny in the mall not too far from the small 2 bedroom, 1 bath, 1930's wood frame house a female friend and I had rented for our last year in college. She had gone home for the summer so I had the house to myself. I had been working in vario...
How many times had Sara heard it? 'Don't cry over spilt milk.' She had probably said it a hundred of times over the past fifteen years of motherhood. But it was the rapidly withdrawing backside of her cherubic little angel and youngest child that had the words springing to mind this time. She knew that run. It meant only one thing: her daughter had gotten in...
Slowly, painfully I push myself up from my knees, then moving in almost robotic form, I help my wife of 6 ½ years to stand with me, leaving the small white box that was so starkly contrasted against the green grass to it's own fate. Memories of the life that box contained rose up in my mind like a tidal wave, reminding me of just how natural that contrast ha...
My mother is so beautiful. She has this cool, European look. Her father was originally from Spain, and she inherited his raven hair and beautiful hazel eyes. She is petite, around five feet tall. She is a little plump, but her plumpness suits her well. She looks younger than fifty-five. She looks like she's in her early forties. Ever since she divorced my fa...
Copyright 2012 by madengineer3 When I was under a year old my mother died. My father wasn't comfortable around infants and did not have the money for a nanny or such. He had an adoption agency find a good home for me. I was adopted by the Aziz family. My name became Sarai Aziz. They were of middle-Eastern origin and were Christians. Few people realize that...
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Maria came down to the kitchen, yawning. Lynn was in the shower. Maria had checked in on Charlotte. The empty room didn't surprise her. I see she didn't make breakfast, she noticed. The summer morning was quiet. Real creepy. I wonder if it was a mistake to come here? So, start breakfast or look for Charlotte? Maria was o...
Author's note: This is the fifth and final chapter in a medieval-set story with a strong impregnation/breeding fetish focus. This is also my first ever erotic story, so any feedback would be much appreciated. ***** King Torren fidgeted impatiently on the throne. Ruling over his kingdom of Nordheim was a truly tiresome business. Listening to your advisors;...
Author's Note: This is the tenth section to the "true" story of Xena and Gabrielle. You will find this section extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been c...
I sat silently, in the corner of our bedroom, as I watched my wife snuggle up against her lover. He laid flat on his back, totally naked. She curled up against his muscled body and began to rub her long, slender fingers across his chest. His head turned towards her face. In response, his mouth was met by her awaiting lips. She moved her hand and placed it on...
In this story, all persons who participate in erotic acts are of age and freely invented. Similarities with existing persons or events are coincidental. Under-age persons are not involved in erotic activities. Statements with political or ideological content correspond to the opinion of the author. Sources on birth rates: e.g. UN World Population Prospects 2...