Stella I drove to Stella's house which was out in the country, some miles outside of town, and parked in the driveway. It was a pretty farmhouse, with two stories and a wide front porch. There were rockers and a hanging swing. I really liked the entrance. I knocked on the door and Stella greeted me with a big hug and kissed my neck as we held each other i...
You want to know how great sex isn't? I've started wearing incontinence undergarments. Do not laugh at me, I'm a normal healthy woman of 29. I don't do weird stuff. I'm just producing an excessive amount of vaginal fluid. Excessive for me. Don't get me wrong, sometimes the fluid is useful. But only when I'm actually having sex. I don't want to be a leaky fa...
Michigan has the worst economy in the country, and so it goes hand in hand that it also has the worst housing market. In the immortal words of Rodney Dangerfield in Caddyshack, "If everybody's buying, then sell. If everybody's selling, then buy, buy." It's time to go looking for houses. I began my search at a Grosse Pointe real estate office to look at pict...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is loosely based off several characters from the hit soap One Life to Live. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. First and foremost, this story is a romance/drama, not a sex story. Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiv...
A blazing sunset painted the far horizon as the young real estate appraiser drove toward the western edge of the county where she had an evening appointment. "Please be careful, hon, you know it's dangerous out there," her husband had reminded her at lunch. "Oh, don't worry. I'll be all right," she had said. "I can take care of myself. I'm not exactly help...
The news that Laura was pregnant with my child wasn't really a surprise despite the fact it still hit me hard. While we stood on opposite sides of the fence dividing our backyards I wanted so much to take her in my arms and calm the fears that had to be running rampant through her mind. But that would be impossible, mainly because our respective kids were ou...
I am REALLY sorry about how long it has taken to get this next part up online. I know so many people have mailed me, asking for more, but things have really been tough recently (life's like that sometimes) and I've not had much time on my hands for anything, let alone writing. Still, here it is, I hope you like it and I will try and be a little quicker with...
Mr. Mom I'm Chris Harrington, the forty-eight year old son and fourth child of Carl, a corporate attorney, and Mary, a nurse. An earthquake sized tremor nearly destroyed our family home when, in the end of junior year of high school, I announced that I didn't want to attend college. My normally talkative parents were at first stunned to silence and then pro...
The taxi pulls up at a decorative iron gate and the driver presses the intercom “I have Master David and Miss Julie, I’m told they are expected” A gruff male voice responds “okay, when the path splits take the left hand path and follow it round to the back of the lodge. I will send someone to meet them” Then the intercom cuts out and the gates begin to open....
Modern day harem life of slaves and their struggles for alpha slave status. Master is unaware of the intrigue and back stabbings that go on when he is away from the harem between his sex slaves. Or is he? BEGINNING Master must have come into money. He didn't strike me as a person born to the blue. He certainly was graceful and eloquent, but there was a ce...