Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Faleena and El Paso City. The story titles will be: "El Paso - author's name" e.g. "El Paso – Jake Rivers" This is a follow on to our first "invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is c...
John awoke, but struggled to stay in that drowsy cosy feeling. Warm gentle sunlight was just beginning to glow through the blinds and the bed felt so nice and comfortable. His wife lay in bed next to him facing him, her slumbering face so peaceful and she was doing that cute breathing thing again. He just wanted to lay here soaking her in. He knew he was a...
Over a month had drifted by & he has been quiet on the social front, still unsure if he was back in my good books after all he had done I suspect. Towards the end of the weeks he got unsettled & I wait for some sort of tryst to be proposed but no. It was Thursday & another weekend was approaching. Would he let it go by? Dinner over & we sat opposite at the t...
Betty Washington (Née Bollier) came from a long line of athletes. Her mother had been an Olympic track star, and her father had a short soccer career. It was only natural, then, that she ended up marrying an athletic man herself, a former All-American collegiate wrestler-turned-boxer with a winning, if not outstanding, record on the professional circuit. The...
My Jeep Cherokee hummed its way down the highway. Its complement of passengers all engaged in their own thoughts and pursuits. In the back, my two kids argued about which movie to watch on the rear entertainment screen. They knew. Beside me, my wife of the past 20 years, fretted and sulked like a child. She didn't have a clue. My wife, Joyce, is an avera...
There is very little sex in this story. A story of an unexpected love that grew and grew, and the aftermath. Just a few words to those who are hateful and insulting with their comments. I don't mind that you don't like the story line, or the grammar, or the spelling, or the punctuation. All of that can be used to improve my writing. The insults to me and my...
((Authors Note - Please note that this is adult fiction, so only read further if you qualify! I've received a number of queries about whether I was going to come up with any more Batgirl stories, and I must confess that I do enjoy writing them, so here's a little series taking our intrepid young warrior beyond that rather traumatic ending in the last stor...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual sh...
They stood holding each other. The tip of his cleft chin sat high on her head as her signature scent infiltrated his nostrils. He felt that tight embrace close around his heart. David smiled as he heard her peacefully sigh against his broad chest, holding her was absolute bliss. He had never felt this kind of connection with anyone. But with Bianca, he fel...
"Dear God, if only it was like that for me!" Lorna lay back on the divan, her fingers in her vagina, desperately trying to give her self relief. She had been reading a story on an erotic web site and had masturbated three times already, and still she was in a sexual frenzy. The computer still glowered malevolently in the corner of the room as if it knew t...