Slowly opening the large, iron door, Persephone stood face-to-face with two stunningly beautiful women, one of which she immediately recognized. "Melody... it seems you're alive," she mused quietly. "I'm not so easy to get rid of." "Apparently." Turning to the other woman, she condescendingly asked, "And you are?" "Selena. Grand Vizier to King Farzan...
I grinned, as Amanda pouted and exhaled long and slow. "The roses are beautiful, Gil. Thank you," Amanda halfheartedly thanked me. Amanda is forty years old. She had quit her job, three years ago, as a senior partner in a prestigious law firm, to pursue a career as an artist. We met by chance at the Art Gallery of Ontario, last year. Her work was part of...
Chapter One Ben Jarvey was an average guy, at least in his self-evaluation. The way he saw it, on the plus side, he had his own locksmith business for many years, with many loyal clients, and was pretty much free to do what he wanted when he wanted. On the negative side he was 50. He was 6’ 1” tall and thin but still in possession of his muscles and trim bo...
The whole arc for this story has been in my head since I wrote the first chapter, but it took me many hours to put it into words that are readable. If I had known how long it was going to take me to write this, I would've published both chapters together. In any case, I hope you enjoy. *** The sun glittered off the surface of the Charles River as it rose...
Punky's Diary -- a Friend's Experiences, collected by Selbryth. April 29, 2007 More with Charlie and Claire: We fucked. We fucked hard and long with sweaty skin sliding around and thighs straining to hold on and lift and stiff prongs going in and out of overworked holes—both Charlie's fleshy length or one of my dildo attachments. That first afternoon aft...
Foster Davis had been a widower for just over two years when his daughter and a friend were returning from a semester in France the week before Thanksgiving. Tall, forty-something and in good physical shape with a distinguished touch of gray at his temples and salted throughout his professorial beard, he was lonely for companionship he easily could have had...
While all eyes focused on the barbarian horde advancing towards the small town of Graesol, Chala watched the expressions of the men around her, the mercenary group that she now traveled with. They were riddled with fear; she could tell by their wide eyes and slack jaws. Some were even visibly trembling. Her dark green lips rose in an odd little grin. Since h...
Once upon a time long ago and far away the sun rose over a quaint village. Shopkeepers were leaving their houses for their shops. Farmers were preparing to work in their fields. Jack fed the chickens and gathered the eggs. He took the eggs to his poor widowed mother. She was preparing their breakfast. Jack exchanged the egg basket for the milk bucket and ret...
Three Friends And A Cuckhold12-11-19 By jnebegood Larry was the Black Cuckhold among the three friends. Ackley was the White, female whore of the trio and Evian was the White intellectual of the group. The trio had come to terms with each other after Evian had wanted to spice up his long-term fizzling whore-spin with Ackley as their affair was losing its...
Please note: This is a long story. These people seemed to create themselves as I wrote about them. To my surprise, I found myself caught up. So if you're looking for a quick fix, I'd advise looking elsewhere. This is an entry in the Summer Lovin Story Contest: it's the first time I've submitted something to a contest. The theme just inspired me, and this s...