It had rained earlier in the morning, a hard, wind-driven downpour and Nicholas was forced to sidestep ankle-deep pools of mucoid water that had collected at the street corners. Now the rain was letting up; the clouds began to skid off towards New England and beyond. Weak shafts of sunlight squeezed down between the buildings of midtown Manhattan. It was sti...
Lydia had to trace her memory all the way back to last year's trip to the Bay for the last time she didn't feel the need to set the alarm clock on a weekday morning. With her husband usually up and out the door by 6 am, the ability to lay uninterrupted in bed until 11 o' clock rarely came. It was a good thing Lydia Benson had the luxury to do that because,...
Hey Guys, Thank you so much for your patience on this one. I appreciate your continued support. Please excuse the unpolished writing, I don't have an editor. Here it is. Let me know what you think, Kileka NOSH 6: Perpetual Possession Roger "Zoe, can you pause a second?" I ask the poor girl to stop her story yet again. The director is waving at me, telli...
This is both a continuation and a change to the previous story (part 3). The chunk below replaces the ending from part 3, before moving on to part 4. I am currently trying out telling this story in both the first and third person, and would love some feedback on which works best (see the story Black Rock City). Comment or send feedback, you bastards! Especia...
To my wife, the one and only love of my life. I can't describe how lucky I am to be able to openly and honestly reveal my deepest desires to you. I can't tell you how grateful I am for accepting me as I am and allowing me to write out my fantasies. No woman has ever made me so happy as when you indulge me; even if only in small ways. Our relationship is so s...
Our friend told this story to Terry and me. Becky gave me the ok to write about her new love. She asked me to use my pen name and not her new husbands so don't get confused by that. Again no excuses for the spelling I just do it for fun and as another way for the ladies I know to expose them selves! I stretched out in my bed enjoying the cool morning breeze...
The following is a sequel to our story ‘Indian Wife’s Anniversary Gift’. If the reader reads this after reading that, he/she will get the context in which the story is being written. ‘Hello, is that Rahul?’ a male voice enquired on the phone. ‘Yes, may I know who is there?’ Rahul said. ‘My name is Sandeep. We have never met but my wife Barkha is a friend...
"Are you ready Lily? Can you show me that you want this?" Kurt questions me. I smile and nod. He switches places with me, pushing me against the wall. His hands are tight on my arms, he turns me around. I push my ass back for Kurt. He reaches under my skirt and rubs my white low-cut silk panties against my pussy. He pulls the waist band of my panties just u...
Have you ever had one of those experiences where you're watching TV and some anonymous woman comes on, not a star or anything, just a member of the public, and you find yourself thinking, "Mmm, I'd like to have a scene with her"? I suppose most people must have at least once, it's happened to me loads of times. But you don't do anything about it, do you? I m...
Chapter 23 -- Homecoming Cecilia Sanchez and Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres quietly stared out through the van's windows as the line of lights in the distance marking the edge of Danube City grew brighter. Within a few minutes individual buildings came into view; then suddenly the vehicle passed the first houses lining the city's edge. The van turned onto a s...