Dear reader, This is an ongoing attempt at making a story with fantasy and adventure mixed in, while maintaining eroticism throughout. It is based off of some previous short stories I submitted and as such has material (though edited and changed somewhat) from them that inspired this current version. All rights and ideas are my own and all copyrights are m...
Again, there was a heavy downpour in the afternoon in the city due to low pressure(depression) that occurred in the Bay of Bengal. It was raining heavily. It had rained most of last night and there was no sign of respite yet. A grey and dark sky seemed to be descending on the city unable to bear the weight of heavy saturated clouds. Pawan Kumar cursed the we...
M "Oh God, oh God! Oh M, M, M, M!" Jane's legs squeezed me tightly as she tried to meet me on the downstroke. Since I had her butt up in the air as well as her legs, I could tell it was hard for her. She had no leverage. That was okay, though. I was enjoying her wild wriggles and her absolute abandon as I plunged myself deep into her channel for the second...
Note from the Author: Hi everyone! It has taken me a long time to imagine and write this story; in fact, I find it more and more difficult to find a fresh take on the corny love stories I so obviously crave. In any case, I began weaving this tale during a James Bond soundtrack phase on my IPod, this winter. As always, I hope you have a pleasant and exciting...
In loving memory of Grace. Gone too soon, but not forgotten. ~~~~~~~ "That's terrible." "Yeah." Claire nodded, taking a sip of her whisky. She'd already downed three more before that, trying to forget that she was single again. Had been for the last week or so, when she'd packed her stuff and left, no clue where to find a place to stay at two in the night...
Author's notes I have been contacted on many occasions by readers asking me to write about particular scenarios they've had in mind and add them into some of my multi-part stories. These I have so far resisted as their ideas usually take my characters into an area I don't envisage them in. I have also been contacted a few times with complete story ideas. Ag...
Chapter 1: Just a Matter of Public Policy "Hey Jack, you see we got the fiery dyke back again for another week," I heard the voice behind me and knew without looking it was the sweaty guy from the local paper with the big gut and the comb over. I could just sense the way he was sprawled out in the press room, his sweaty arms hung over the chairs on either s...
Chapter 1 Liz buried her head under a pillow and groaned. The slamming of the front door had startled her from a sweet dream and a quick glance at her alarm told her that Todd was the culprit. The red glaring numbers read 1 a.m., which meant he had gone out to celebrate the end of mid terms and from the sounds of it, he had company. The thin walls of their...
Copyright 2017 by RWSTEWARD All rights reserved. Reposting without written permission prohibited. From my point of view any door that's open was an invitation for people to look inside. That's exactly what I did. There were several pianos that appeared well worn, and I carefully sat down in front of one. My fingers moved along the ivory keys, and before I k...
Pam Pam didn't start to have a mid-life crisis until she was in her early forties. She divorced her first husband after learning of his affair with his secretary. She didn't meet her second husband, Arthur, until her thirty-fifth birthday, almost fifteen years later. She was looking at birthday cards at a local card store, wondering which ones she might re...