I hate shopping for one person almost as much as I hate cooking for one. Other than the staples I never buy more than a week's worth of food, who knows, I might croak, and I go out to eat at least once a week. It's my treat for having made through another week without hurting anyone. For most of my items I always go to the same store, it took me long enough...
This story has its beginning around fifteen years back when I was twenty two years old. Our extended family owned a seaside bach in Coromandel on the east coast of the North Island of New Zealand. The bach (holiday home) had been owned by my now deceased grandparents and was now held in a family trust to ensure it wasn't sold off, as beachside property value...
Luck has everything to do with success. Some call it divine intervention. Natural abilities are nothing without the coincidences on which a life turns. It also matters who you know. In my case I stumbled onto some good people. Finally. In my darkest hour, hiding from every single person on the planet, I got a lifeline. ********* Then one foggy Christmas Ev...
Welcome to my second attempt at writing. For those that read my first, thanks for all the great comments. For those readers looking for lots of graphically described sex, you may be disappointed. If you love characters and storylines, I hope this satisfies your craving. I need to especially thank NoraFares for her kind assistance. If you love excellent wri...
It had taken me much longer than I'd hoped, but I finally managed to get the tent up. I toyed with the tension of the fabric, testing my installation, and eventually talked myself into thinking it was structurally sound. Katie, my lovely wife, was pleasant and patient throughout the ordeal. She sat atop a felled log and fiddled with her phone during my effor...
I'd met Ginnifer in a library on a Monday, had a Friday night date (last night), and we woke up together this morning. I had just dropped her off at her place, we both had stuff to do, but I did not want to let her go. I was trying to not to obsess, but Ginny made that hard. She was sweet enough to want be around all the time, and sexy enough that, well......
*************** Notice: some tags dealing with dark topics have been omitted in this listing for the sake of preserving dramatic tension. The story doesn't contain any descriptions of sex or graphic violence, though violence and torment are major themes. This story explores fear, torment, corruption, and loss of self identity. I originally meant for it to...
Milestone. Her eighteenth birthday represented a milestone, they said. Some fucking milestone, she thought. Time to move out, time to enter 'mainstream society', outgrown the care system, yadda yadda. What the fuck did she know about mainstream society? She'd been in care since she was ten, courtesy of an alcoholic mother and an abusive father. Now, sin...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** The Succubus and the Size Queen "Yes... There's...
TO SHARE OR NOT TO SHARE? THAT IS THE QUESTION I was sitting alone at an upmarket hotel bar sipping a drink, on my own, with a vacant stool next to me. I was dressed in a sexy short tight black cocktail dress, with spiked heels, no bra and a thong. My long black hair cascaded down the front on one side, my nipples were trying to poke through the dress. I wa...