Proofread by FernieLyn This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science...
Chapter 31: The Cure I woke up with Lachesis on one side and Marge on the other. Clotho and Atropos had vanished again. Marge got up and started rummaging around in the kitchen. I hadn't noticed until now that there was a kitchen here, we must have camped in what once was a staff lunch room. I got up and went for a piss. When I returned the makeshift...
This is one of a series of stories set in what I call Universe-J. Universe-J is very much like this universe with a few exceptions. First the people tend to be a little more sexual and less hung up on sex then they are in our universe. This does not mean that monogamy is the exception. James and Heather were monogamous for a significant amount of time befo...
*Author's Note: Two quick points. As I've said, I know from personal experience, older (even married) women will sleep with a younger man. Falling in love and actually marrying one is an entirely different thing. Without a job to support them, it's even more unlikely, and there are only a few jobs someone between 18-22 can have that earn enough (not a lot—en...
The telephone directions led me to a nice, gated condo complex in the upscale village of La Jolla, a beach community adjoining San Diego. Another phone call at the entrance yielded the gate entry code, her condo number and more directions. I drove into the complex, past the clubhouse and pool, along narrow, winding roads shaded by the abundant trees. It was...
"It's about time to get ready to go isn't it?" Tom asked. "For the last time, I don't want to go. You know I don't know anyone who will be there and I really don't want to spend the whole night trying to talk to people who I don't know. They're your friends, why don't you just go without me?" Julia whined. Tom sighed and turned to his wife. He said, "Honey...
Edited by Deep Blue C ***** Jim Cravens stood in the motel doorway, breathing in the beach air, the salty tang waking him further from his sleep as he looked at his car parked just a few feet away, the morning mist dripping from the maroon paint. He debated whether to walk or drive to the diner down the street and mentally flipping a coin, decided that dri...
*************** 'Sorry Honey but first served, first come.' *************** Authors Notes This Story qualifies as Inter-Racial, Romantic, Erotic Couplings, Group Sex with Creampies, Humorous Innuendo. Even a hefty dose of poetically verbal BDSM and my favorite, Lesbian Action! So...M/F. F/M, F/F, M/F/F No adolescents were included in any possible confi...
I'm sure you'll be shocked to know that I've used an editor on this story (I can hear you gasp and grab your heart). Not only did I use an editor, I used two, the top two female writers on this site, Randi and GirlintheMoon. Thank you, ladies! Any mistakes you find are mine, probably added after the edit. Enjoy. Yes, they browbeat me into it. Yes, I'm glad...
"The separation between past, present and future is only an illusion, though a convincing one..." - Albert Einstein. Feet tucked in close, she sighed, picked up the newspaper and looked over the front page, settled on a story and started reading. From time to time she picked up her coffee, took a sip, a little grin crossing her face here, the shadow of a...