Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
The blind shall lead the halt. No, wait... I GREW UP IN half a dozen rundown trailer parks around Shiner and Sweet Home, Texas. My folks were killed by a drunk driver when I was nine; unfortunately, the drunk driver was my father. Their estate consisted of a maxed-out MasterCard and a drawerful of unpaid bills, later joined by vaguely threatening letters fr...
Copyright © PennameWombat August 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actua...
The next morning I woke up alone in bed. Someone was in the shower and I could smell coffee brewing. Moments later Bill came out of the shower. And Pam walked into the room holding a cup of what I hoped was coffee and asked. "Breakfast in here or down stairs?" I answered in a short clip tone. "Coffee here breakfasts down stairs." I didn't mean to be short...
Author's Note: You can thank Tim413413 for editing this story. Without him, you would think English was not my primary language. I am not sure where in my mind this story came from. I am hesitant to post it, but Tim has encouraged me otherwise. ***** There are points in your life when you find yourself on the edge. Your stomach feels like it is being squa...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real person is just amazing. All characters are eighteen years and older. * "What exactly did he mean?" Jessi asked Ryan after Spotted Owl had left. "There is no blood of your great grandfather in me?" Ryan was trying to control his excitement. "I think he was telling us that you are not related to me a...
I watch as her body relaxes into sleep. As gently as I can, I remove the blindfold, the earplugs, and the handcuffs, tossing them onto the floor. My little minx. I decide to leave the collar on, but I unclip the leash and toss it on the floor also. I watch her for a long time. First her face nuzzles into my neck. Then she rolls over, pressing her hands again...
Hi, everyone! Sorry for the delay, but this latest segment turned out much longer than I anticipated. For comparison, chapters 22 through 26 were about 33 pages in Word. This segment was over 111! I had no idea how much I had written until I took a breather last weekend. Hindsight being 20/20 and all that, I probably should have posted chapters 27 and 28 ear...
Note: This is an expanded more accurate account of Stacy's experience in the big apple. _______________ Even though it's now eleven o'clock on a warm summer morning, my beautiful wife Stacy is sleeping soundly in the bedroom of our suite here at the Plaza. When she returned four hours ago, it was very obvious that she was completely exhausted. However, as...
You may recognize some of the characters in this story from my previously published 'Hearth and Home', as this could loosely be called a sequel. All characters engaging in sexual activity are over the age of 18. ***** I couldn't breathe. It felt like this great weight was sitting on my chest, and I didn't know how to get it off. I felt helpless...suffocat...