There have been times that I've thought I was having a bad day, only to look back and realize it was in fact one of the best. This is about one of those days. I'd been fixing up the beach house for a year. Mostly weekend work with occasional longer blocks of time when I felt like a break from Manhattan. There was no rush to finish, it was a labor of love....
My wife and I have a very satisfying sex life and although our fantasies include most anything imaginable they never go beyond that. Pat, my wife, is in her mid 40's and I just crossed the 50 mark this year. Following three children she isn't the woman she was at 18, but yet she is sexy enough that walking through Wal-Mart men will turn and take a second loo...
After Marcella and I welcomed the morning with some sleepy kisses, she extricated herself from my bed and told me she simply had to attend to her 'other' duties. I lay dreamily in bed for some time, reliving every detail of my night with Marcella. If that was what black pussy was like, I wanted an awful lot more! It was a knock at my door that finally brou...
Author's note: I wrote this novel out of sexual frustration during the months I spent working on an A.I.D. project in Oman, an extremely conservative Islamic state (no bars, movies, or extra women). It is copyrighted and is intended only for the private use of the readers. I would enjoy hearing from you. Chapter 1 - Bromfield's Temptations Louise's bra had...
Teri and I had been really enjoying our new found lifestyle that we had adopted. We even had been talking about having a threesome, but we couldn't decide as to whether we would include two new guys or one new guy and I would join in. I preferred the first choice just because I thoroughly enjoy watching her fucking. She finally agreed that that option would...
Thanks to all my readers for their comments and questions, whether from transplanted Texans, lusty ladies who love the mix of intense love and intense sexplay, eager men anxious to find women who will satisfy their longings to be taken deep, and everyone who has expressed appreciation for my characters, their stories, and my writing. Because I try to develop...
Breakfast for Two Jessica picked at the crumbs sitting on the plate that had once held blueberry muffins. She'd gotten up and went out to grab the morning paper and spotted the muffins. How could she not? They had been sitting on her front porch. Now she was content to waste the day away, but she couldn't. She'd ditched Tom last night and Bailey. She owed t...
She stared up at the ceiling and wondered just how in the hell she had managed to get herself in such a mess. And how in the hell was she going to get out of it. She was sure that George would take one look at her and know instantly what she had done. Oh Jesus what a mess. She didn't mean for it to happen. She felt the bed shift and he moved over her and wit...
Edited by Poison Ivan It’d been two days - forty-eight fucking hours - since Moe had seen Mona Dale. He blamed the painkillers for letting him think it was okay to send her out to poke around. He knew first hand that the players in this game were playing for keeps. Yeah, he’d given her step-by-step instructions, but those didn’t account for surprises. Quail...
It was mid-morning and few joggers used this part of the forest. The day was warm and Quinn was breathing hard and sweating, her muscles ached and every breath burned. But she was exhilarated as she neared the ten mile point on her run through the wooded landscape. Ten miles was her goal for the day and her pace slowed as trotted toward the car park. There w...