Thank you so much for the comments and feedback. Please make a comment if you have a moment. ::heart:: ***** It was cold and the light was grey on the grey stone of Castle Sietter's walls but the courtyard was a milling mass of colours: people, horses, dogs. The kennelmaster and one of the houndsmen were in deep discussion, two rocks in a sea of bobbing s...
Loving Wives - Everyone wants a better wife. Some people get them. Author's notes: Warning! This is an extramarital sex story. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate...
Returning from the bathroom after shaving and noting his daughters had completely removed every trace of their mother from that room, Harry thoroughly read the morning newspaper of which he was now managing editor. He made a second cup of coffee and sat back and thought about that time he'd left the city all those years ago, virtually being tossed out by his...
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Disclaimers: This vacuous stroker is total fiction, except some places. All sexual actors are over 18 and avoid condoms. Tags: clusterfuck, multiracial, bisexual, pregnant, steam engine, Karmann Ghia, Rancho Relaxo, Yucca Valley. If you object to any such, stop reading. Details may be incorrect. Views expressed may not be the author's. Read the prior chapter...
"I've... never had an audience... for that," Will said, really not sure what was going on. "You'll love it. We'll have you up on stage in no time," Bella winked. "No, I really doubt that," Will shook his head. "So what are we doing?" "Well, I need to tap directly into your aura. We're going to do a kind of metaphysical blending of our personal energies,"...
The nights without Noth dragged by. Two at a time. Then three. When Eiri went five days without seeing her even in the fishbowl office at work, he knew it was over. She was married and gone. The pain didn't hit him at first. He was grateful to have his nights back - he could sleep, go to dinner with his teammates, even enjoy some of Seattle's nightlife. Al...
They found Tim the intern dead the week after Fulbright shipped. Noth's assistant woke her hours before sunset with the news, rapping it out on the panels of her hidden coffin. Bite marks, died from blood loss. Noth texted from inside: Westwood poncho. Wraparound glasses. James in car. The blackout shades were drawn and heavy bottomed jar of suncream waite...
"I should be cooking for you," Jessi complained in a raspy voice as she watched me grilling chicken breasts on a cast-iron stove-top grill in the cabin's small kitchen. "Not only am I supposed to be your slave, it's Valentine's Day." "I am not arguing with you anymore, Jessi," I told my twenty-year-old lover with as much calm as I could muster. "And talking...
AUTHOR'S NOTE As implied by the title, part of the storyline involves the ridesharing company, Uber. I have taken artistic license on the way Uber connects riders with drivers. As per my previous story, I've done my own editing which probably means there's little mistakes I've missed because I'm too familiar with my own words, but I hope the mistakes are n...