Continued from Pt. 05 The Princess slept on and off for the next day or so. Food was delivered periodically, but she was so exhausted from the ordeal of the last few months that she barely noticed and instead focused on the comfort of wearing clothes and sleeping without fear of anything being shoved into her body. When she finally felt rested she explored...
My wife Jean and I met eight years ago at a party at a mutual friends house. We dated for about a year before we decided to get married. We have been married for seven years and I feel the same way about Jean now as I did the day we married. Jean is five feet eight inches tall, has beautiful dark brown eyes and has shoulder length dark brown almost black hai...
Joe and Helen Ch. 1: Joe's Story I lived in this house for several years. Even after my husband left me for the sweet young thing he met and the divorce was final. I have a nice, large backyard, which I care for religiously. And adjacent to my yard, facing the side street is a small house where an old man lives. We never had much to say to each other, jus...
I had just divorced my husband after twenty-two years of marriage. It wasn't anyone's fault, there just was no more love, let alone lust, between us. We had decided to dispense with lawyers and all the red tape and to just part amicably; it helped off course that we were very wealthy and I was offered a very reasonable settlement. For that amount, I was able...
Author's note: what follows is a work of fiction. Any similarity between any persons living or dead is purely coincidental and pure luck. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this work of fiction are at least 18 years of age. ***** After the weekend at the beach, it was nearly two full weeks before Rob saw more of Sherry than when she stopped...
Warming Father Christmas Copyright Oggbashan November 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ It was late afternoon on Christ...
Chapter Seven: This is a chain story written by Jezzaz, Todd172, Stev2244, Harddaysknight, Girlinthemoon, Qhml1, Oshaw and blackrandl1958. One different author wrote each chapter in this story, building on the work of the preceding author. We are submitting one chapter each day until the story is finished. We would like for you, the readers, to see if you c...
The inner city neighborhood I grew up in was very typical of most in the mid west. The houses are packed in tight and the yards are small, everyone monitors everyone. From the eyes of a 18 year old boy, soon to graduate from high school (that was me), our next door neighbors on the south side of our house were elderly. How old? That is hard for a young m...
We drove southwest along the Caloosahatchee River until we reached the Cape Coral Bridge. After crossing the river we turned left. The Polynesian Lounge was in the next block. Maureen said, "There it is up ahead." "I see it." I answered. From the outside The Polynesian Lounge was a typical Florida beach community restaurant bar. Cream colored stucco t...
From the street one could only see rusty iron gates, a ruinous fence with intertwining ornaments of black metal and pointed pillars, which once must have belonged to a grand garden. Behind it thick shrubs grew rank in between high trees that stood so close to each other that branches and twigs interweaved. Only in winter, when all leaves had fallen to the gr...