"George is that it?" she called out to him; Rachel was helping Mike and pack the car. "Yes, all done inside the place is completely empty. You ready for this Rachel?" George asked "Tell you what, you better be ready for this I didn't drive all this way for the two of you to get cold feet on me, get in the car" Mike laughed pushing George in the car. The t...
I have written a few stories. Mostly I have received positive and encouraging response from the readers, but some have expressed their disapproval of my bad command of the English language. Living in a country where we have two domestic languages combined with the need of a third language not being English, the result is that there are some flaws in my Engli...
Monty Kingsford forced his bleary eyes open, shook his mop of black hair and looked around. There wasn't much to see, just the inside of a cage and the walls beyond. What in the Hell am I doing in a cage? And where are my clothes and since I'm already caged up, why am I shackled? He'd been walking home from a late study night at the library. The late Dece...
Elliott returned home the evening of Anna's supermarket adventure. She had showered and, knowing he would want to take her straight to bed, styled her hair, applied subtle make up and dressed in a filmy baby doll, a thong that barely covered her pussy lips, and strappy sandals. She couldn't find her contraceptive pills, which she usually took in the evening,...
INTRODUCTION TO READERS WET ENCOUNTERS is a novel-length story of love, lust and betrayal that takes place on a tropical Pacific island during the second half of the twentieth century. It's seventeen chapters pivot around a single event that takes place when two people are forced to take refuge in an abandoned cabin when they are cut off by rising floodw...
Dan felt the familiar tingle as he walked down the street. First there was the pub, then the little cafe with its pretty tables and the stationery store. And then the green door. The one he'd walked through many times but always got the wonderful, knot of expectation in his stomach. Looking straight ahead, he pushed it open and walked through. Once inside,...
December 14, 1987 Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian -- at least not while in a lover's company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she ofte...
It had been four days since the she had heard from Mark, she was wondering if this was going to far or could she maintain control. She wanted to finish the story and be rid of Mark and the temptation he was offering when it was over. Her phone finally rang around noon and she saw the number was Mark's cell phone. "Hey Ashley, it's me Mark." He said confiden...
My name is Mona Freidman and I am a petite, some would say pretty, forty-five year old housewife with dark brown shoulder length hair and a reubenesque figure. I have been married to my husband Stanley for twenty-two years. My husband is average height, has short blond hair, and although he's put on a few pounds over the years he is still a very good-looking...
Wanda Catron needed to cum. She needed to cum badly. The dildo in her pussy was buzzing away at high speed. The slim jim vibrator in her ass was going, too. And the pussy on her face was cumming, its delicious flow smothering Wanda and upping her desires. But she could not cum yet. Her Mistress, Anne Franklin, had not said the word that would let Wanda Catr...