"What?" Anne asked, stunned by the abrupt course reversal of Rufus' passion. "You heard me," he snorted disdainfully. "Sit down." Bemused and frustrated, she settled into a nearby chair. He was shuffling the photos, evidently selecting certain ones with particular care and placing them on the top of the stack. She became uncomfortably aware of her nudity a...
First let me say that this wasn't written as a tribute to Glen Frey. It was actually written three years ago and has been collecting virtual dust on a thumb drive until I showed it to a couple of dear friends. I want to thank Cute3Kitty for encouraging me to post this, and a huge thanks to blackrandl1958 for not only encouraging me, but her effort to fix my...
Kasey was awakened by Mrs. Willows meowing and gently rubbing against her shoulder. She poked one eye out from under her pastel green covers and stared at the cat. "Is that all you ever think about? Food? And sleeping?" She slowly climbed from the bed and let her feet touch the floor. Mrs. Willows followed suit jumping from the bed and walking to the door t...
Jessie's POV One Week Later The candle sat in front of me at the table, mocking me with my own failure. I focused, said the words, but my fingers did nothing. Miriam had made it look so easy; she whispered the words and a flame came from her index finger, burning brightly before she extinguished it. "You're thinking too much," she said as she watched m...
I was laid in bed still, Bill having gone to work, my fingers gently toying with my labia, thinking of what to get up to that day, when Bill called. "I've got to go to Chicago tonight for a couple of days, to meet a potential new and important client, Jo, and I thought you'd like to come with me. I've booked us into one of the big hotels in the centre, with...
Author's Note: Sorry the follow up has taken a while, enjoy! ***** Alain and Elizabeth crunched over tightly packed snow towards Oakenwood. They had left their family's farm after helping their father prepare for winter, and joined a merchant train travelling north from Bukhta. Their stores were laden with all manner of exotic spices, silks and trinkets fr...
The next day, Sunday, was totally uneventful, as were Monday through to Wednesday evening. I made several romantic advances and Lynn only wanted to cuddle up on the couch. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of passion, she kept everything to light petting and soft but not passionate kissing. She expressly requested that we both refrain from having sex. In...
When Tracy began the second trimester of her pregnancy, the addition to the house was finished. We hadn't let John see it. He was over for his usual Wednesday fuckathon. I can't explain how we all just flow together so well, and there is no jealousy what so ever. As we went out to the patio for our usual, post coital, drink and conversation, I said "Oh Joh...
This is the eleventh in a series of stories about a scientist named Edward Vitello who has in his possession a very, very powerful love potion developed in a secret government sponsored research project that, to his dismay, was cancelled. He is determined to continue the research by doing human trials on a wide variety of selected women. The chemical is ca...
On the sidewalk outside a plush commercial center a man struggled to open a bag. His dog had just gone and now he was dutifully attempting to pick up the waste. Pick up after your pet. He thought to himself. His concentration was shattered however by a scream erupting from the nearest building. Looking up, he saw one of the 2nd floor windows suddenly become...