My name is Kerr. In the spring of every year after the snow retreats to the high places, I walk into the mountains to peel away the layers of habit and sloth that have accumulated in my head during a winter of work. It's just an annual thing I do. Early this June I started from Cairn Lake with my life in my backpack and headed up, climbing west on the trail...
"Thank you, little Kyrja." My older sister smirked as she yanked the plate of food out of my hands, shoving me backwards meanly as she did. I fell on my rump and glared at those around me who snickered and smiled at my discomfort, promising trouble if they continued. After all, I was a daughter of the Queen of the Valkyries! I stood up slowly, glaring at my...
Scarlett Kushchenko rubbed lotion over her long, sleek legs, pausing and smiling at the birthmark -- shaped like a phallus -- on the front of her left thigh. Not that she needed any help, but she was sure that birthmark facilitated her getting laid at least a dozen times. She stopped lotion application once again to inspect her rose-and-briars right ankle...
Chapter 1 My name is Jennifer Stephens. I moved to California from Oakville, Alabama, a small town about fifteen minutes out of Mobile. -- At this point, I already feel I should address some unwarranted preconceptions. I am not a stupid hick. I do not talk like Forrest Gump. I know what air conditioning is, I know who Stephen Hawking is, and I know who Samu...
These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. Part five of five: The girls are married, Pain and solutions This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow * Some of the girls became regulars and we...
This story, along with the previous three, relates the mostly true adventures we shared with Bret and Denise, an attractive, sexy couple we had the good fortune to get to know, and then visit at their beautiful townhouse in our favorite party town, Key West. The stories are based on real events, but with some embellishment to make them more fun and interesti...
Just as a reminder, this "Sexual History" series is a work of fiction. While many of the events described are similar to those experienced either by the author or by persons of his acquaintance, it is still fiction and is not intended to encourage or recommend any particular lifestyle. I strongly recommend that the reader approach the parts of this series in...
Bryan's POV: The bathroom door was locked. I'd expected that, so I brought the little Allen wrench from my tool box to use as a key. Diane never used to lock the door when she showered, but lately, since she'd come back from a conference in St. Louis, she'd taken to shutting herself inside alone. I remember how we'd grown used to seeing each other naked in...
Day 2 I awoke the next morning with a throbbing erection but decided to leave it alone for now. I had two more nights here and didn't know what may happen with these two sexy girls over that time. I'm not a teenager any more so I knew I needed to pace myself. I took a quick shower, dressed in my suit and went through for breakfast. Mary greeted me and sho...
A week after moving to live with the Williams', Skye received a call from the State Department. The Official said Skye and a companion of her choice had been invited to visit China for seven days on a cultural exchange next month, a visit that had been approved by both Governments. "But why?" "Because you have significant impact as a writer in parts of Chi...