She stared up at the ceiling and wondered just how in the hell she had managed to get herself in such a mess. And how in the hell was she going to get out of it. She was sure that George would take one look at her and know instantly what she had done. Oh Jesus what a mess. She didn't mean for it to happen. She felt the bed shift and he moved over her and wit...
George and his wife sat in a quiet corner of the West Country pub watching the holidaymakers winding down and refreshing themselves with food and drink. They liked coming down here to the Devonshire coast, spending time at the cottage. Not just for the fresh air and scenery but for the freedom, away from nosy neighbours. Nobody knew them here so they could b...
Thank you, Dawnj, for editing! This was supposed to be a short one. Oh well, you'll have to bear with me for some time. ***** Rumour had it that June Faversham was a slut. She was a one, it was said - wild, and an easy lay, in for anything. She was a girl who would use and discard boyfriends at will. It was also said she would never say no. Feeling horny?...
I like to think I write my erotic tales as a chronicle, a documentary almost, as if it is a real event the reader gets to share, be a voyeur of the characters' excitement. I hope you agree as you share these two's erotic adventure. As I wrote it this story it grew and grew, to epic proportions! I'm usually keen to let my stories loose so there may be the o...
George Mitchell lay on his back, his large feet hanging off the edge of the worn couch. His skin was coated with reds and blues from the TV that hung above the lit fireplace. The sound was off and the images on the screen carried on without his attention. George was bored. He thought of going to bed but he lacked the energy to move. He surveyed the living...
Steve and Lisa pulled up to the bar that they had agreed to meet Brooke and George. Parking looked a bit on the scarce side, so Steve pulled up to the valet who opened Lisa's door as Steve got out and took the ticket from the valet's extended hand as he made his way quickly around the car to drive off. Steve walked up next to Lisa, slipped his arm around her...
George Nelson was just putting the finishing touches trimming the shrubs near the front entrance of the mansion when he saw the big black limo drive up around the circular drive. George watched as the door opened and the chauffeur got out of the big car. Abu was the Mr. Coleman's chauffeur and I suppose you could consider him his personal body guard and ass...
Carl Joliet had been an avid film buff. It might have been one of the reasons he'd courted and married Jenny James: though she was a simple girl from a simple family she'd reminded him of Jayne Mansfield, and that, some people thought, was reason enough for him. They had been quite happy together, and in the fifth year of their marriage Jenny had given birth...
Authors Note: This story is based on the flowing e-mail that I received. The names are all fictitious and I tried to incorporate as much of the reader's request as possible. THE E-MAIL Really entertaining stories: dialogue, descriptions, narrative, events, great job. I would be interested in your playing with a story line that involved my wife and I and an...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Dear Readers, The following story is a sequel to the very first one that I wrote, "Remembrance". It is possible to read and understand "Renewal" without reading the earlier work. If you could do so, however, it might enhance your enjoyment of this story. Thank you for choosing my work for your reading pleasure. Whichever you decide,...