Jacks cell rang as he fed the horses. "Hi," a deep sexy voice whispered when he answered. For a second he did not recognize her voice. "Forgotten me already?" Anita Bryant laughed. "Oh no I'll never forget you," he cried, "you're wonderful." "That's good. My husband said you could put horses in our back paddock. You will have to come up and inspect the fenc...
Jilly was a woman who seemed to have lost everything. Her Husband; Her expensive lifestyle and - just last month - her job. And yet, as she lay sunbathing in her garden, she felt younger and freer than she'd felt for a long time. She could say it now, but her husband had been an idiot. He'd left her for the reasons so many middle aged men leave their wiv...
And now for something completely different... Hey there, this is a bit of random fantasy based on the Elderscrolls games put out by Bethesda. So yes, most of it, excepting the bits I messed with and made up, is the intellectual property of the fine people at Bethesda. Bethesda you're the bomb, please don't sue me or anything. ^^ On another note, if you're...
Authors Note: This chapter is set out differently but I hope you enjoy it none-the-less. Thank you to everyone who left comments or sent me feedback about previous chapters of this story. Thank you also to Margaret who proofread for me. ~ellie ***** "Baby Diary – Week 20 (5 months) – The Donati Triplets. Today was check-up day. I am getting bigger every...
Riyarra The woods had thinned along their journey. Instead of a tightly packed forest of pine and maple, scrawny firs and oaks stood tall like spears thrust at the sky. It made Mule uncomfortable. He had stopped talking, and kept looking from treetop to treetop. It was just as well, Riyarra had been brooding silently to herself since their last passionate p...
Ok, folks, as promised, here's the next part. I know, each part is taking a bit longer, but it's getting tougher to write, too.... I promise, though, there are still a fair few installments to go, and I'm starting to see how this will eventually end up. I hope you enjoy it, and look forward to any comments you may leave, good or bad. Oh, by the way.... as...
A girl, back. The knock on the door was soft and hesitant. The woman looked up from her book and said: "Come in." When the big door opened, her heart jumped. "Honey," she said, having to force her voice through a suddenly tightened throat. "It's been weeks. I missed you, girl, are you all right?" The girl stood naked on the doorstep. Her dress and un...
I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. That's why I moved to Boston. I had to get away from my small red-neck hometown in Maine where everyone knew me as the good girl who always did what was expected. Now I was going to let loose, dress the way I fantasized and let out the sex-starved woman I was hiding inside of me. There was no turning back. In...
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It was just two years after we had set up the 1800 square foot bookstore with the coffee bar in its final location on East Yale a main street in our town. My wife's best friend came into the store early one June evening asking if she could talk to me privately. Ruth was a first nation lady who was a member in the church in which I served as head pastor. Afte...