Amanda Cornwell was thirteen and had a Maltesers ice cream; her friend Jodie Burton was twelve and had a strawberry Cornetto; and Safira Khan, who at only ten was entitled to a lemon ice-lolly out of Mrs Cornwell's generosity, was not so much a friend as a confidante and follower invited along to powwows when big news or plans were discussed. Amanda accepted...
They still called it the Friday Flower Club although it had long since given up on flower arranging. Marjorie suggested one day they should rename it the Saturday Sex Club, but that wasn't correct either; they never met on Saturdays when husbands were likely to be at home. There was nothing formal, no chairperson or secretary, no treasurer collecting member...
This story is set in a future where lusty love is forbidden and the characters seek secret satisfactions of their passions. All characters in this novel are over eighteen years of age. The Courts of Pleasure Ch 01 Passion flowers at The Gathering. "How I love it," Vivienne exulted. "How many times have I stood on this spot on my birthday and looked o...
My story starts off during a camping trip, deep in the woods, well outside of what most people would call civilization, which suited me just fine. I was lucky enough that I had an abundance of cash but nothing on which I needed to spend it on. I was one of the few that managed to make a killing in the stock market instead of losing everything during the time...
Reader: This is a short story about a nightmare that I have had a few times in my life and just had a recurrence last night. It is always the same and it always scares the crap out of me. It is quite bizarre and while sexual it is not that erotic, at least not for me. Have you ever had a dream within a dream? It takes me days to get over it and sometimes it...
As I was preparing to leave for work, I noticed my girlfriend getting ready to seal her driveway. We have been living together for the past six months. It was a nice bright sunny day. She was strategically placing the five-gallon pails on the driveway. She was dressed in cutoffs and an old tee shirt with her long strawberry blonde hair cascading over her sho...
Rosa's blood races in her veins as she walks next to the man in black, nestling under his arm. Though they only met that night she knows that she wants him. Her desire is mounting faster than she can control. "Why don't you take off your sunglasses?" she asks him. "I like having them on," he smiles. "Why?" "Because I don't like taking them off." Th...
A hero's journey in humanity's far distant future. * Author's Note: About one year ago, I posted the opening chapter of what became a twenty-two part serial called Risk Versus Reward. I wanted to prove to myself that I could write something long enough to qualify as a novel. Well, I did, and now I've got the itch again. This time I'm taking a stab at the...
Tommy still wasn't sure whether he was awake or dreaming. All he knew was that he was naked, and the thick tentacles were gently lowering him down towards the soft bank of waving cilia that formed the centre of the anemone. The multi-coloured, pale-tipped cilia seemed to have a faint aura glowing about them, which was soothing to Tommy's eyes. He gasped as...
Desert Flower and I spent the next couple of hours swimming and playing in the deep pool of the creek. After her abortive attempt to fit my slightly oversized member into her almost virgin pussy, she had been strangely quiet. It only took a short time in the cool water and a little horseplay to bring her back to her normal fun self. Wrestling with her oil-...