*** Leif surmised that he didn't live too far from Lynne. He still didn't know exactly where she lived, but he walked a few blocks west from where he'd dropped her off, to his own apartment building. It seemed difficult to believe that such a lovely creature had been living so close to him, but then again too, the city was so huge, he never saw the same fol...
On Thursday Suzanne and I laid in bed a bit later than normal, we had returned from a long day at the beach with our new acquaintances on Wednesday, grilled some burgers we had in the fridge and ate them with some salad and baguette we had picked up at the site store. I had questioned Suzanne about her feelings after stripping off on the beach. "Well, I gue...
In loving memory of Grace. Gone too soon, but not forgotten. ~~~~~~~ "That's terrible." "Yeah." Claire nodded, taking a sip of her whisky. She'd already downed three more before that, trying to forget that she was single again. Had been for the last week or so, when she'd packed her stuff and left, no clue where to find a place to stay at two in the night...
Hi my name is Anna and this is the story of how a simple walk on to my deck led to me becoming an online whore. It all started on a Sunday morning just before noon. I was trying to finish up a load of laundry before heading to the neighbors to watch the Nascar race from Talladega. I stepped on to our deck to grab some towels drying on the rail. My eye then...
I had met him when I was younger, but I was again introduced to Pietro Cohen. He wasn't as pretty as me, but what a hunk. When I might otherwise have had the inclination to swoon, what I was thinking was, "Bask in the warmth of your presence as a rose resumes its growth when revived from the chill of the night by the morning sun, and be nourished by the sou...
For Kathy—whose presence has inspired me and added joy to the world Note: This story about a private girls' school features only characters who are 18 or over. Janet Sanders had been teaching for several years when she was recruited by an old colleague to join the faculty of a new experimental private school—they preferred to be called "independent," of...
Meet Yohannes Yilma, a young Black man of Ethiopian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of Ambo, Ethiopia, he came to the Capital of Canada with his family in the 1990s and has been here ever since. With his parents, Mariam and Adamu Yilma visiting family members in Ethiopia, Yohannes has the house to himself. What's a handsome an...
Note: this is not a cuckold story but it's built like one. If you like stories about dominant sexual women who tease sex without giving it, this is the story for you. Otherwise, don't bother commenting or reading. ***** Hey there, how are you? Your name is Brandon, right? I'm Jackie, it's nice to finally meet you. I think we had biology together a couple...
Chapter 3: Now What? DISCLAIMER THIS IS TO ALL OF YOU NUT-BAGS OUT THERE WHO THINK THIS IS REAL Y-O-U NEED TO GET A LIFE. THIS IS fantasy, A PLACE WHERE AUTHORS & READERS ALIKE CAN GET OFF ON EACH OTHER'S WORK. NOT A FACT FINDING MISSION BY "ARSE-HOLES" WHO ARE NOT EVEN BRAVE ENOUGH TO LEAVE THEIR EMAIL ADDRESS. IF YOU NEED SOME MONEY TO BUY YOURSELF A LIF...
My parents chose to name me Josephine, but everyone else calls me "Jo". It's much shorter, and prettier than "Josephine". I don't like my name... When I introduce myself, I always say "Hi, I'm Jo". Josephine is really old fashioned, but I guess that's why my parents chose it, because they are really old fashion too. We live in eastern France, a village so s...