Chapter 3 – A second child for Chris & Debbie Two months later and with confirmation that Debbie was once again pregnant! When she told me, it was with some hesitation as if she was scared to tell me. I moved to reassure her quickly and told her it was marvellous news. I asked. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm fucking sure. It must have been that night in the al...
The towers of the Eros Hotel, a great neo-gothic vision of rich stone and gleaming metal, stood like a great pillar of warmth against the grey-scale darkness of the New York City winter. Jennifer didn't know what to expect on the inside, but from the outside the Eros Hotel had a mystique to match its name. Her long legs extended to clear a puddle as she cr...
It was three days before I saw Marge again. It was a Friday night and I was out on the dance floor with Betsy when Marge and Susan came in. They sat down in a booth and as soon as the song ended I walked Betsy back to the table and then headed for the booth where Marge and Susan were sitting. As I walked up Marge slid over and patted the spot next to her. I...
A Taste of Cheerleader Discipline Ch. 2 is a continuation of A Taste of Cheerleader Discipline. If you have not yet read that story, I advise doing so before you start to read this story. The first 'A Taste of Cheerleader Discipline' story can be found in the Erotic Couplings section. This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or even...
Standing on the railroad platform, Vicki was terrified. She held tightly onto Aaron's arm, dreading what was next. Here in a small southern Pennsylvania town, she would be meeting Aaron's parents, Thomas and Edna Williams and his sister, Casey, for the first time. She who had met European elite as Robin's wife now trembled as she waited. Aaron and she got m...
Even sitting inside the metal cocoon of the Mercedes John could hear the wind howling through the trees, whipping around the cloud draped hill as if it were alive, alive and angry and hungry. What should have been a gentle drizzle was torn apart and driven against the windows in a miniature storm. Common sense said to wait, it couldn't last forever after all...
Memories, both fond and otherwise, can be recalled by the least expected of external stimuli. A snatch of conversation, the scent of a Spring blossom, a few bars of a tune long since in vogue. Many things. So it was the other month that whilst queued-up in suffocating heat, waiting to board the Chunnel train back to Britain, that my glance fell upon one of...
He'd walked three days on, and chose to stop at this plantation not for its occupants — he didn't know them anyway — but because it'd been left intact. The pillars that pretended to hold it up were white as ivory, the garden out front well-tended and colorful. A man could get work at a place this manicured. He only had a sack of clothes, and he had to put it...
The Drive Home *** Authors note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter, especially the dialogue. There are also numerous Australian references here, no prizes for guessing what they are :) I hope you like it. *** ***** Mark kept his eyes glued to the road, not allowing the sensations assaulting him to divide his attention. Once in his car and underwa...
They just stared at each other, clearly at an impasse which Melissa thought was just plain silly. She knew they both wanted the same thing, to get into each other's pants but Buck had all of a sudden developed a conscience. Not to mention that he developed one for her as well as if she needed it. What she needed for him to do was to stop lecturing her abou...