Lost Days Make for Memories and Decisions I decided to take the afternoon off, go home, and then call Kevin. I grabbed a cold soda from the fridge a box of wheat thins and went out on the back deck with my phone. I'd decided to hold off on beer knowing I had a child inside me. It's the end of February by now and today was one of those teasers for spring s...
All characters in this story are fictional and any that engage in sexual activity are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy reading it! This is part four of the series. I strongly recommend reading the others if you haven't already. I would like to thank all of the commenters that have voiced their opinions on the other chapters, both signed and anonymous al...
Chapter 2 Marooned! I felt something on my foot and woke up shaking whatever it was off me, I opened my eyes and suppressed what would have been a high pitched girly scream when I saw a huge crab crawling away. I got up, carefully untangling myself from the web of arms and legs and walked around stretching and yawning, as I looked about the idyllic setti...
This is a fictional account. If you haven't read the others, you might want to start at the beginning. Hope you all enjoy this final chapter. "I've only got eyes for you, babe," John professed. "You better say that," Em concluded, watching the topless girl disappear behind the bar area. "Too bad we didn't bring our suits, at least the bottoms. We could r...
The sensual feelings washed over my mind. I felt his fingers caress mine. They gently rubbed over my knuckles and around the webbing at the base of the joints. His voice was hypnotic. I can't really remember what he was saying, just how his words made me feel. A glow of warmth and excitement flowed over me and I still can recall it to this day. Jason and I...
Will you lie to get laid? A quick grammar lesson on LIE, LAY and LAID. I have come across far too many good stories where the authors made mistakes with these similar sounding words. Here is my entry into the Summer Lovin Contest 2014, the first purpose of which is to give the readers an idea how these words should be used properly. The second purpose is to...
The Caribbean sunrise was complete as Jon finished mile six of his Saturday morning run. One more mile and he'd be at their Tortola, British Virgin Islands home. His thoughts and fantasies dwelled on what she would be doing when he returned, all hot and sweaty, full of testosterone and ambition. Reaching the driveway in full sprint, Jon stopped, bent over wi...
You and I are here for a reason: smut. I write it, you read it; maybe you write some of your own as well, you poor masochist. Smut is a good thing: it lets us live our naughtiest fantasies without fear, effort, or the money it would take to get a girl to let us do THAT to her. It makes us happy. And, of course, it makes us horny and hopefully aids in the rel...
As steam drifted around her, Kacy steeped in the luxurious bubble bath so sweetly drawn by the two men in her house for the weekend, her husband and their friend Alex. The memories of the night before flushed her cheeks as much as the water did. She had always considered herself a little uptight in the sex department, but after her first threesome she felt...
The small group of teenagers sat in the corner of the near empty offices of Ryan, Smith and Dodge. It was lunch hour and most of the workers had taken advantage of the warm Friday afternoon to take a walk on the streets of New York. Jimmy Ross, the youngest of the four, fiddled with the dial of his new transistor radio, changing the news station they had be...