"So what's the score for tonight?" Karen asked, putting the final touches to her make-up in the dressing table mirror. "Noise abatement raid." I told her, pulling her policewoman uniform out of the closet and laying it neatly on the bed as I got into my own outfit. "Stag night curtain call at the best man's house. They want it video taped so I'll be with yo...
I'm conscious that the time between chapters is getting ever longer, so apologies -- it's just a consequence of having a full-time job which involves shifts, a busy social life and the effort to fit in some training and sport (as well as finding time for an active sex life)! ***** At the end of the last chapter I recall that I said that I had discovered a...
Melody Snyder was not a happy camper. In fact she was a bitter woman. Worse, she knew she was a bitter woman and the acknowledgement of such fact made her even more miserable. She had been a widow now for some five years and she had not had any sex in all that time. For the four years immediately prior to her husband's death she had had very little sex the...
Author's Note: This is part three of my smutty little romantic comedy series. This chapter starts off the Mall Arc, which runs until chapter 6. One of the longer chapters, it's a little lighter on the smut, but a little heavier on the swaps, and I hope you'll find it no less sexy. Please leave a comment! I really do love hearing from readers! Even when I'm...
This is a work of fiction. It's a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It's advisable to start with part 1. *** I was at work at IPX when Sylvie called sounding upset. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I just got a call from my boss at the waterpark, he said I should come to his offi...
July 7, 1988 was a day that would live in infamy, at least for one family in the sleepy town of Colonie, New York, for that was the day when things started to go awry in the previously quite normal split level on Mariner Drive. The house had been the home of the Whitten family for the last eleven years. The Whitten family numbered four; son Brad who was in...
In disgust, Jeffrey Greenberg flung his copy of The Wall Street Journal to the rich oriental carpet in his opulent office on the 24th floor of the Nova Center building in Phoenix. "That goddamn woman and her husband aren't going to draw a peaceful breath for the rest of their lives if I can help it," he snarled aloud. Striding to the open door of his mahoga...
Author's note: This pre-1890 historical romance tells of actual notable people. All sex involves live humans aged 18+, even the whores AFAIK. The text contains casual racism and sexism and very little explicit human sex; if you object, stop reading. Plant sex is pretty muted too. Stilted speech patterns are intentional. Views expressed are not necessarily th...
1st movement. Freda There is no doubt in her mind that the thrill of exposing yourself to an attractive, sexy man, is not quite like any other thrill. At least, that was what Freda thought. And on this warm sunny afternoon, lying naked in the corner of the sofa, she was displaying her feminine charms to her partner Frank. They had returned from the local pu...
Chapter 2: The Consequences For several days Nikki thought over what had happened between herself and Aunt Teresa when she had been sunbathing on the lawn, and finally she got up the courage to confess to her husband. It was not easy to admit to herself, let alone her husband, that she had allowed herself to be seduced by an older woman, and even more dif...