This material is meant for readers of 18 yrs old or older. If you are not 18 please leave now. This story is fictional. Please send me any feed back you may have. To the love of my life, I still remember the first Valentine's Day we were together. We had met the previous May and been married in November so this was the first time we had been together on Va...
Note: I mentioned in "The Next Morning" that it was part of a longer story. Well, here's the beginning of that story, drenched in the grief of a man who has lost his wife, who wakes up every morning wondering how to go on and then, one day, wakes up on a private island in the South Pacific. He's comfortable enough. There is a beautiful beach house fitted out...
It's the mornings after we've fucked all night that I relish most. But, why? Do these diurnal moments compare to our tangled, sweaty couplings of the evening prior? Can they be measured against the number of times I screamed your name with abandon, chanted it over and over like a prayer, moaned it like an expletive? In the bright and pure light of this lat...
It was a night like any other for Jenny, the usual routine. Cooking dinner for her son and herself then bath and bedtime for the little rascal that owned her heart. Once she got him to sleep she decided to catch up on some reading, she hadn't sat down and read in a while and tonight was the perfect night. It was a bone chilling cold outside so she decided to...
Charlotte has enjoyed her midnight ride along the mountains since she was a little girl, but a lot has changed since she was a little girl. She was now in her 40's divorced with two beautiful children whom led their own lives now that they were in their teens and too cool to still hang out with their parents. She did try hard to find love, she did a lot act...
**This is fourth in the series, please make sure you read previous chapters first. Thank you to everyone for the encouragement, and remember to comment and vote. Thanks!** "So how did we do for merch?" Jim asked Anna, helping her take the remainder of the items down and pack them away. "We did better than usual, three new shirts and a couple cd's." She ans...
"Would you walk with me a while?" I had just met him yesterday, a happenstance conversation on a day the sun was bright and birdsong abounded, twittering an ecstatic welcome to spring. He was tall; "The Cowboy" I called him, often seeing him on his morning rounds of the neighborhood where I work. I knew he had worked on a farm once, with his hands. They we...
She slipped into a sweet place as she rested on a lounger poolside as the sun was slowly disappearing behind the trees. There was an orangish pinkish cast on everything. She always thought that had to be the colors of Heaven. So peaceful. So warm. She loved this time of the evening. Her skin was warm to touch. She had spent the day poolside. A 'Shay Day.' S...
Note from Author: This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Any and all feedback is welcomed. I gaze upon you, my eyes taking in your sensual beauty. Your knee high boots glide up your leg trying to connect with your black skirt, but they cannot quite reach, leaving a small gap, where a glimpse of your soft silky skin teases me with a lingerin...
Ever since the magic day when we first met on the Internet, I have been living my life in a dream world. It is as if the woman of my fantasies has suddenly come to life and entered the deepest regions of my soul. You have become the absolute centre of my dreams and my waking hours and when we are together making love, it is paradise. Ever since we married –...