June 4, 2004 The sign over the three-story building two blocks north of the Courthouse and two blocks east of the Cop Shop read "Bailey, Devon, Martin and Wilkes" in very large golden letters. The joke I'd heard men working for Lancaster Oil make was the rumor was that the letters were actual gold. Bailey and Wilkes etc., was one of the older, more succes...
Daisies in JulyJanet FremontAsters in SeptemberFrost before the snows flyViolets in the springtimeDaisies in July I remember the valley from when I was a very little girl. I don't think it's really changed much from then even though it's been, what, almost thirty years. God, it couldn't have really been that long, now could it? Of course I wouldn't expect i...
Any and all characters mentioned in this story in a sexual context are aged eighteen years and over. * Nine weeks later Lost in my thoughts, I was sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of tea. I hadn't been home from work long. Matt as usual was going to be late. I was beginning to think my life was spiralling out of control. Where had this obsessio...
The stories on this website are of course fiction, however there are times the characters or situations are based on something that happened in the authors life. This story is one of those, the two main characters are people I knew, he was a white lineman, she was a black school teacher. Both virgins in their late 20's, both introverted and withdrawn. I had...
It's strange the things that you miss. For Sara Markham, it had been the coffee. Her husband had always made better coffee than her, and she had looked forward to drinking it every morning. She wasn't sure what his secret was, but it always turned out perfectly each time. The aroma that had filled their kitchen had been her wake up call lifting her out of sl...
Chapter Thirteen – Sandro. Did she remember? Did she remember what remembering was? Time was irrelevant; there was no past, no future. Just this one moment – stretching tighter, winding up to a point of breaking, but never breaking. Her skin rippled as her spine arched. Hunger consumed her, but it wasn't for food. The gasping throats of her flesh needed...
I did not stay at Jessi's apartment for long on Saturday morning. As I had sensed by her tone of voice in the shower, the quirky blonde had withdrawn following the rather rough oral sex in which we had engaged. It was as if some part of her had shut down. I had seen Jessi do this before. Over the course of the just ended semester, she had withdrawn a few t...
SUNDAY We awoke Sunday morning, stirring slowly before going into the bathroom to take care of the usual morning needs. As we brushed our teeth, I watched Kim's large tits shake, a view I could enjoy every morning if I only had the chance. "I think I need a shower after yesterday," said Kim. "Yeah, we made you a pretty good mess," I said. "Care to join m...
**Disclaimer** All characters are at least 18 years of age. Now, on with the story... ** After flashing their tits to several guys on the drive to the mall, including a bus full of guys on their way to a sports match, the girls arrive at the mall. After parking the car, Justine and Zoey hop out of the convertible. On their way into the mall, they get plen...
I recommend you read the first two chapters if you have not, especially Chapter 02. This is loaded with CFNM and it is somewhat long. You might not devour it in one giant gulp but in bite-size chunks. All my characters are 18 or over. ***** Even Sarah Maitland trembled at a moment like this. Yes, after all she had faced, in her varied life. Several lives...