It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. Chapter Three : The Partners Arrive By the time the evening came at the 'Travellers' Rest', only fo...
This chapter is an immediate continuation of A Girl Named Sam Ch. 2 I just told Sherry that her husband was killed in a plane crash in the Atlantic Ocean, north of Jacksonville. She doesn't seem to be reacting. She has a very serious look on her face and may be in deep thought. I cannot keep from thinking as I look at her nude form that she is a beautiful w...
Shelving the remaining books, Andrea scanned the rooms and smiled with pleasure that Michael was the only one still there with her. As usual, he was sitting on the audio room sofa, seemingly oblivious to anything outside of the room. Since he began visiting her small library the last few weeks, her heart would skip with anticipation each time she saw him wal...
They talk about milestones. Those moments that change everything, the solidified and framed memories that you will carry to your grave. Moments that reshape who you are, what you believe in and what you reckon life is all about. They talk about notes that ring, reverberating echoes through the years, new ones blending in with older ones that will never die,...
Raven walked into her apartment and flopped down on her sofa (which has seen better days) with a little 'oomph'. "Why do all men have to be jerks, Diablo? Is it in their programming or something? Can't at least one of them want to have a decent conversation without staring at my body?" But, with her wild riot of auburn curls dancing around her shoulders,...
Arthur slept restlessly. Waking up in his tent in the wee dark hours of the morning, Arthur lit a candle by the bedside. He felt a need to discuss his worries with his prophet, the sorceress Nyynnwe. He walked out of his tent, went to hers, and found her awake. By the candle's light, he saw she was chewing her lip. "What's troubling you?" he asked. "I've h...
Sometimes life is complicated. Other times it's simple. Adora enjoyed her life, her home, her access to a lovely waterfront area, the beach, friends, shopping and other niceties of an idyllic location. It was a life she had built; it was both pleasant and fulfilling. Keeping life simple and uncomplicated can be accomplished by a pragmatic, intelligent and...
The following story is part of a challenge involving the demise of a digit. It is meant to be a spoof, which means it's supposed to be ridiculous so if you're not looking for humor then get the hell out of this category. There is no sex, none. Yet. Its just ridiculous writing meant to amuse the twisted of minds. Please feel free to be an idiot somewhere else...
I have the picture mounted and framed, and it occupies a prominent place in my little impromptu gallery, the section of one wall in my apartment where I display my best work. It's a bit unusual for me, since I'm really not a glamour photographer. I'm a photojournalist by trade and inclination, good at shooting meat-and-potatoes stuff for the newspaper, much...
"You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin', I'm gonna send you back to schoolin'. . ." Led Zeppelin, "Whole Lotta Love" Mary straddled Jacque's head, and glued her own pussy's ample lips to the young woman's mouth. "Run your tongue inside. Deep," she ordered the sweating 18-year-old. She pulled Jacque's legs back and spread them so the girl would be wide...