All characters are adults. Dear Reader, this series is noire. Noire is over the top, offensive crime writing. It's intended to be unpleasant and expose how life is for most people. Feral dogs probably behave better than noire characters. I suggest you leave immediately and try some erotic poetry. ***** Life is a prison sentence you can't escape alive. Se...
I am a wife of 10 years and have a couple of children and enjoy a good sex life with my husband Allen. Sandra, my 4 year younger sister, has been married about 6 years and also has a couple of children I have noticed that my husband is taking a more keen interest in my sister and I know why. Both my sister and I have done well getting back fit and trim after...
The birds had already had their breakfast and were searching the sky for mates when Maya woke. She felt Steve's leg touching hers. He was sleeping on his back, His hands were at his sides, and his breathing sounded peaceful, even content. She turned to him and edging closer, wrapped her leg over Steve's. Her pussy pressed to his hip. "Good morning love." M...
They sat staring at each other as their laughter subsided, and slowly began to assess their situation. Diana Maitland was still sitting in John Wayne's lap, facing him, they were both naked from the hips down (except for their shoes, and his pants and underwear around his ankles!), they were sweaty, sticky with cum, and they were starting to get hungry. He...
It seems that everyone wants more stories about my affair/relationship with John. Luckily there is not a shortage of encounters to write about even though our sexual relationship was quite brief, lasting not even a year. The following story takes place in Durham, NC where he lived during this time. Being the horny, middle aged woman I was, sex was not far fr...
It had been another one of those conversations, the kind we'd had many of over the years. A little confrontation over the way something was said versus the manner in which it had been perceived and things went on from there. Forty five minutes later we had managed to keep it civil this time and we found ourselves on the topic that always seemed to creep into...
Kara Atkinson wasn't sure if her vision was blurry from tears or the rain on the windshield. She flipped the windshield wipers on and found her sight still watery. She brushed her hand across her eyes and sniffed loudly. Better, she thought to herself. Damn that Troy. How could he do this to her? Kara and her long term boyfriend were at a wedding just a co...
Part 1: Quintet Rising. I originally posted this piece, intended to be the first of a sequence, while writing as JackieH. If you read the earlier version and didn't like it you won't like this one any more; it's changed only very slightly in this version, mainly in respect to some of the names used, to make it consistent with what follows, and in some of th...
The day had ground her down into the bed she was comfortably laying in. The soft pillow caressed her golden light hair as her blue eyes were closed in what would have been a perfect position for sleep. That is if she wasn't in that weird state of mind where fatigue and awareness collided, which made it difficult to concentrate on one or the other. The never...
After a week of flirting with the fearsome Scots it was time to board the train home. The station was far more modern than one may have expected. Thanks to the constant threat of those with exploding devices there were cameras everywhere and very few places to loiter. Nevertheless, Diana wanted to start their return trip with something a little different. Fo...