The Sunday after the crazy Friday and Saturday was a pretty quiet day. When I woke I unwrapped my balls from Amrita's panties. Gave them a big sniff, and hid them with the other three pairs of panties I collected. I spent the day studying and watching some football playoffs. I briefly saw Amrita as she was about to leave to go back to her own school, and he...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (31 min/mp3) * * * * * Scotland: September, 1560 There were several reasons why Margarete would always remember the September day she spent in the woods with Colin. It was far from the first or the last time she would spend a day riding out with her husband, and taking their mutual pleasure in...
My life lesson: learning to accept things as they are instead of trying to change what I can't. I had a very dear friend, an older woman, June, one of my creative writing Professors at Northeastern University who since died. She taught me one of my greatest life lessons, a necessary fact of life, and I'm grateful for the painful, albeit it the necessary ins...
All Mary0256 stories promote safe sex. Unless mentioned otherwise, all intercourse between unmarried couples includes the use of a condom. * Abbey Robbins was in the middle of her king-sized bed with one hand toying with the folds of her virginal pussy and the other stimulating her large sensitive breasts. The eighteen-year-old high school senior was an h...
There are two or three chapters of this story which are "flashbacks" to an earlier time and place. I have used the chapter titles to indicate any change in timeline. I hope this does not confuse the reader. This story was edited by ErikThread, Mostera1, and Jerry@EditSol with my thanks. Any errors are mine alone. ***** Chapter 1 May 16, 2013 Cove Road,...
Gothic horror is a difficult theme for me because when I hear of it I'm transported to two loves from long ago; Dark Shadows and E.A. Poe. The former is a somewhat dated afternoon soap opera from the very early 1970s and the latter being one of my favorite authors. I can't do it justice but I felt obligated to try at least. Many thanks again to the Black Ran...
I was woken early the following morning by a band of sunlight streaming through a gap in the curtains. For a few moments I was confused by my strange surroundings but as my brain cleared, the events of the previous evening filled my mind. For the second time in my life I had woken naked in bed next to our long-time fried Paul after a night of passionate sex...
It was a small town, cold and quiet. Hard by the Canadian border. The Atlantic yards away, and on most nights she could hear the surf from her parent's house. She grew up on Summer Street, but growing up there -- just the thought of summer was often an unbearable idea. In December, when the snow came fast, summer was a memory hard to find. Something to hold...
Early Saturday morning found Fred down in the town at the supermarket and the open-air market, buying nice things for his Mary. He had been awake and out of bed since dawn, cleaning and polishing the house. If his wife had seen him she would know that she had grounds for divorce! "What are you up to then, you early bird?" Fred span around at the sound of B...