Part 33: Epilog continued. This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. Due to renewed requests I am continuing to post my emails from Sharon. If you don't approve of wife sharing, gang bangs,...
This is a story of pure fiction. This story is copyrighted and all rights reserved by the author. I hope you enjoy, and please vote. The past two and a half days had been a blur as Karen tried valiantly to purge the x-rated thoughts she had of Paul and Jeannie. Several times she had convinced herself that she should beg off of the weekend, but she couldn'...
A fictional story about fictional characters. ***** Penny couldn't wait, and even knowing full well she was tempting the wrath of Dr. Sheldon Cooper, she ran across the hall from her apartment and burst through the doorway of 4A without so much as a tap on the door. Sure enough, Sheldon jerked his long neck in her direction, scowled, and began his anticipa...
In this chapter I will try some new things for me, so I hope you enjoy it. I only have one more chapter planned right now. Main Characters: LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 45 years old. Marie Jackson, John's dead wife, 5'8", 140, 44 years old. Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old. Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 1...
BRUSSELS, MARCH E-MAILS ANGELA FISCHER TO LUKE Dearest Luke Ulrike gave me your e-mail address nearly a month ago, after your weekend in the Ardennes, but it's taken me this long to think everything through. Luke, have you got any idea how happy she is? She paid a flying visit the other weekend and we talked for I don't know how long. She hasn't told m...
Here's Chapter 2 (finally!). If I had been this bad at estimating schedules when I was a freelance tech writer, I'd be living under a highway bridge in Plaquemines Parish, Louisiana. But once again, my characters gave me the one-finger salute and did what they damn well pleased. So mea culpa, y'all, mea maxima culpa. I promise to try to do better. Ivan powe...
Homage homage (noun) — a expression of honor, respect or reverence for a person; an artistic or literary work imitating or in tribute to another "She felt the way you do at night, deep in a dream you have dreamt before and is beginning again; certain that the dream exists, and certain that it will end; wanting it to end because you're afraid you will not b...
Ivan walked into Golkonda Monday morning and went straight to Brian's office. They started to shake hands, then threw their arms around each other in a heartfelt, yet manly hug. "Welcome back, dipshit. Ready to get back to work?" "Yeah. Brian, I'm sor—" "Shut the fuck up, Ivan. You're here, we need you, and that's all that matters." He closed the door to...
"Were you raised in the Methodist Church?" Amanda asked Sean as they took the Peachtree Industrial Boulevard exit from the perimeter loop and headed north. Sean had told her where they would be meeting his grandmother. "From Sunday School through baptism and beyond," replied Sean. "I attended Wesleyan Schools from Kindergarten through high school. You?" "S...
She fucked me for another minute. I waited. She laid her beautiful boobs on my chest and kissed me. The movement in her body changed. She began to fuck me as she had earlier. Her pussy became the tight slippery sleeve that it was before. She squeezed me as she pulled away and then she relaxed as she enveloped my cock again. She started slowly but her tempo i...