I am supposed to be sleeping now. I am supposed to be Jean Meredith, newly hired reporter for the Hemmingsburg Report newspaper. I am supposed to be getting the true story of the 'Man's World' female fantasy enterprise. Who am I now? I am a subservient female; I have no name. What have I been doing? An anonymous tracker has hunted me in the woods for the bet...
Note. This is a true story of mine and my wife's first time at a swingers club in England. It was amazing. I have altered only a few bits. I toyed with cutting out the lovey-dovey parts, but then left them in, as I wanted the whole feel of what happened to be left whole. Feedback would be appreciated! Rich x ***** Paige smoothed at her hair with a nervou...
Jacob woke up again for the third time in the night. Breathing heavily as sweat poured off of him, he tried to calm down. The nightmares of swirling darkness tormented him now without abating in its cryptic message. Sitting up, he looked over at the clock. "Damn," he said out loud to himself at seeing the clock only read a little after four in red letters....
Upon the bleak Scottish moors in winter a single wanderer seeks solace from the storm. What he stumbles upon looks to be simple good hearted assistance but there is more to this refuge than meets the eye. An Adult Story by: Miss Irene Clearmont Copyright 2011 (September) It is in the bosom of a woman that the ray of the Divine splendor will receive human...
I had been lodging at the address for 7 months now. When I first saw the advert, it made me smile because the lady advertising the room seemed to be so eager to have a lodger. You could see it in her photo. It was not my first choice when I looked through the properties that were available online, but it was the cheapest, and funnily enough, it looked the ni...
Hello all. Sorry it's been so long, but this is my new brainchild. I hope it reaches your expectations and, be warned, I couldn't find an editor... so I did the best I could. I have been working hard on my writing and writing styles so I hope you find it easier to follow. If anyone has any suggestions for an editor, please share them with me. Comments and f...
Jill laughed when she heard the maids. They were walking down her hallway jabbering away, obviously unaware that Room 222 was now occupied. "It was the fucking ghost again I tell you. He got to that woman on 212 and now she wants to sue us. The horny bastard is going to bankrupt us one of these days." "Nobody believes in ghosts and no one would believe her...
....Back at the hotel lobby in College Station, where the Rice track team called home for 2 and a half days, Sherry Mitchum sat on a barstool working on her fourth scotch of the evening. To say that her day's work had been a failure would have been an overstatement, but when she considered the stiff competition her team was up against, the fact that Rice sa...
I lay there in stunned silence, my death sentence ringing in my ears. "I have H.I.V," Ron just told me. How many times had I warned myself about the dangers of dating on Craigslist? How many guys had I blown off because of the teeniest suspicion that they might not be safe? How much time did I have? I bolted out of bed and raced into the bathroom. There w...
Joan and Brock had missed Brandi's Saturday night exhibition in the Performance Chamber. They planned to watch it together on-line at home using Retreat TV, a private communications network the club offered members with entertainment rooms and big-screen TVs capable of projecting 3-D and SurroundSound. The Hockadays absence was not intentional, but an off-th...