My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Some spelling an...
For Cinner The lobsters' succulent white meat disappeared almost as rapidly as the shells lost the heat from their steaming. Almost as rapidly, she felt the effects of the wine filling her with warmth and bringing a delightful energetic fuzziness to her brain. While they did share wine and other spirits frequently, something seemed different with the win...
Jean If one were just to look at me. They would see me only from my outer shell; the pretty little red-head with the green eyes and killer smile. If I were to walk out in public, you wouldn’t notice anything about me that was different. I stand at about five-five, five. No real identifying marks. I’m twenty-eight now, a far cry from when I first knew t...
The princess awoke with a start. Bleary-eyed, she looked round, at last realizing her surroundings. She was still in the Queen's monstrous bed, a soft silk covering her naked body. Bright sun streamed through stained glass, illuminating the room in vivid colors. Across, she could see her maid attending to the Queen. She was lacing her into a lovely gown of...
There's a chance the story John will tell you will inspire some of the other people involved to write about their version of what happened. Stay tuned. John's Story I never knew what hit me. I mean, I've had encounters of the sexual kind before, but this was, well. . . I had better back up a bit. I'm John Thonth, a 42 year old math teacher at a pretty w...
It was the cold tag end of winter. Valentine's Day was close, and that means spring will arrive soon. In this part of the country. But, so far, there was still snow on the ground and the temperatures hovered around the freezing mark. Mary had come to see me at my university apartment. I had fixed her and myself some tea. There was soft rock on the Ipod. We w...
I've never been much of a pragmatic soul, not like you. I put much of my cerebral energy into the romance of life, attempting to charge each moment with electric passion. If a moment isn't a memory, then I did something wrong. You are tempered from different primordial goo than I am. You have deep within your soul the security and ability to let a quiet mom...
As I lie there approaching yet another orgasm I can't help but reflect with complete disbelief that I am in this situation. I have my brother-in-law's cock in my mouth fucking my face roughly whilst his brother, my husband, is cleaning my well-fucked pussy, that has two of his brother's loads slowly oozing out, with his tongue. As the most powerful orgasm e...
Ricky had sworn off gambling, scores of times though no resolution had ever stuck. With a marriage and a mortgage already in the wind because of his addiction to slot machines, you’d think this young man would have learned his lesson already. But he’d be the first to ‘fess up' that, next to sex, nothing got him off like a long, smoking run on the tables down...
Prologue They sat at the eight-sided picnic table, with one side in between them. The angle was just enough that they didn't have to face each other, confront each other head one, but just allowed them to see the other at the edge of their vision. Their conversation wandered much the same way--the threads of their words crossing only slightly. "I don't wan...