As usual, I felt the need to write some background, so it takes this story a while to get going. Hopefully, the background enhances the story. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person is coincidental and unintended. Comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable, are always welcome. Th...
Edited By English Rose * * * * * CHAPTER 1 THE PAST: RAT: TAT: TAT! A Thompson submachine gun administrated the punctuation of the roaring twenties. F Scott Fitzgerald named it the Jazz age. It was a time of excess. Tough guys wearing expensive tailored suits and diamond rings came to power by selling bootleg booze on the streets of Chicago and New York....
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. This is a bit longer than I usually write but breaking it up does it no justice. I hope you read through it. It's not a cuckold fest, not a swinger story. But it's the story of a woman from her point of view. It's a tribute to a young woman of my youth I never had a relationship with but found later fro...
They were in dense clouds, circling over Kennedy airport for a landing. Maya was in the middle seat of the three they filled. Her twitching and wiggling had not ceased the whole flight except for a short nap. Allie and Jeff had a drink with their meal, but teased Maya about being drunk when she met Robin for the first time. She punched both of them and had o...
Chapter 21 – Fixations The board and a handful of other Circle members sat around in the living room of the core building on Monday afternoon; the day was a holiday so most of the Circle were home. Holly, who was not present, had just been confirmed as an affiliate member. Julie had briefed her beforehand on the roles, responsibilities, timing, and benefit...
Rains, cold and winter. The impatient penitence of the lashing winds and the pitiless drops of rain slamming against the windows of the world. Standing in the ancient manse, this moment caught and broken apart by the self immolation in cold slashing wind fire, against the windows and the walls and the roof, none of which are capable of supporting us, not now...
So there I was; a delightful 18 year old schoolgirl. What had happened was that I had gone round to my friend's house straight after school for dinner. The house was a good 15 – 20 minutes away from my house on the bus. My friend and I had met at the school I went to, but she had since moved and changed schools. I looked forward to spending time with her a...
Iris is still at college and so everyone in this story is over 18. The football team was doing well and ¬winning games. The cheerleader squad was working hard and dancing like crazy every game. But all this good news didn't help Iris at all. With Coach Simmons in a good mood the sex was getting very vanilla, and way to boring. The Coach had given Iris a t...
After blowing my load over Jo’s face, I decided that I better leave for the house, Anya would be wondering where I was. Actually, Anya knew that I was fucking Jo, but she probably wouldn’t want to spend the first night in our new bed alone. If I was lucky, Anya would still have her face buried in Sarah’s pussy when I got back. I remembered the scene as Jo le...
In the darkness at the back of the cave something twisted, something coiled, something writhed.... It was still early morning when Sayomi stepped from the trees beside the small, isolated lake and looked up at the dark mouth of the cave. A fine, white mist hung low over the water. Sayomi was eighteen. She brushed her shoulder-length black hair away from he...