She sat nearly shaking from excitement and fear as she fumbled for the credit card type room key in her hand. The formal dinner was over, and the note that he had given her with the key when they clandestinely crossed paths at the coat check left explicit instructions to be into the hotel room by 9:35 and it was already nearly 9:20 pm. She knew instinctively...
Part Two Ten Saturday arrived early for Nick, awoken by a prevailing flurry of rain that lashed at the window eliciting thoughts of midwinter rather than midsummer. Noting that Jan remained undisturbed by the foul morning, he crept out onto the landing, hesitating for a brief moment outside son Joe's old room before hurrying along to the bathroom. A nice w...
Not my usual by any means; this is a tale of revenge, and more revenge. There is some sex in it. As usual, the place names are real, but the characters are entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead or undead, is entirely coincidental. No one under 18 is depicted in this story. *************************** How many years d...
My Goddesses: Cheronne's Memoir of the Seventies July 10, 1981 Sheridan, Wyoming (Cheronne's voice): When I moved to Chico from Magalia, the finality of splitting up with Davi began to settle in. Steve's place in Paradise was agreeable enough, but I had begun to feel guilty about Davi just up the road a few miles, he had to drive past Steve's driveway tw...
I left the hotel around 5:30 am, having serviced with cunt & mouth three of the night boys. All paid me 100 euros. In financial terms, my first night as a whore had been excellent. My meeting with my very estranged husband less so. Why was I married to the only straight man who didn't want to fuck me? Still onwards as they say... On the down side I had not f...
It had been four years since Grayson died. I wished the pain would have stopped by now. Although, I guess somewhere deep in the back of my mind I'm glad it didn't, it was a reminder. Of what, I'm not really sure yet. I didn't want to forget him completely. I'm just not sure if all the hurt is worth remembering him. I once dreaded the thought of having a chil...
*Standard Disclaimer: This story deals with the fetish of smoking. If that's not your cup of tea please move on. Nothing you may say will change anyone's opinions about the topic. Some of us find attractive women who smoke to be utterly erotic. I am one of them. For those who enjoy my smoking tales, please indulge me as I indulge my other fetish in the way...
PART THREE: THE DECADENCE Ben St James could not concentrate in the lecture hall all morning. He couldn't wait to see Rebecca Simmonds at lunchtime. But for the first time in his life; it wasn't just the feelings he had for her, or her looks. It was more. A hunger. He need her; craved her. The night before they had spent four hours just having sex and smoki...
His fingers ran over the small amber bottle as if he were caressing it. He felt along the white lid and the edge of the label. A corner of the label had started coming up and he teased it with his thumb, pulling it up even more. The lid had tiny smudges along it’s grooved edge, a testament to the countless times it had been opened and closed. He admired the...
Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer. Author's Note: The Coxville Curse 3 is a long story coming in about 175 pages. In previous parts of the smaller more readable The Coxville Curse Saga, I've been rearranging the parts to keep the characters' stories together. This is harder to do with The Senior Bonfire as characters like Kitty Summers moves arou...