WARNING TO NEW READERS TO THE SERIES - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically and therefore new readers should start reading at NOVELS & NOVELLAS > The Touch> Chapter 1 –...
Attention kind reader: The following is a very sad tale of love and loss. While I chose to post this story in the 'Romance' section, be warned, there is very little sexual content to be found within the pages that follow. If it is blistering sex you seek tonight, please feel free to choose one of my other offerings. However, if it is a poignant love stor...
The Last Man: This story was related to me by the main character, who shall be known as Roger Wilkinson. It was recorded by me in personal conversation with him over a period of six hours in four sessions, and when I set about writing it, I felt it best to put it in dialogue form because that was how he presented it to me. I offered the outline, drafts and...
I was about to make the call, when I had second thoughts. The problem wasn't the GBI, it was the local cops. The GBI would not get involved without the locals being first on the scene. The locals could spin it anyway they wanted, and we could come up looking like crap. Still, moving bodies and all the rest was bound to come back and bite us on the ass. I we...
Beginning Again "So you like your present?" "Yes master. I love it. Maybe it's because I'm not used to it but..." "It sometimes sends you 'a message' when you least expect it." The chuckle came through her headphones. "That's not the only message it's sending is it?" "No," she joined his laugh. "Any white boy gets that far will soon see that you're...
Chapter Two: A Conversation Overheard Tuesday all my stuff arrived at work. I unpacked it, read the instructions and told my wife I'd be a little late and to go to the town square without me. "Babes, go ahead and I'll meet you up there when I get home from work." "You sure? I can wait for you if you want." "Naw, go ahead, enjoy yourself but not too much,...
Dave peered out the window and discovered Kathy's car had pulled to the snow covered curb a little sooner than he had anticipated. He grabbed his shoes and socks and ran down the stairs to greet Kathy and her friend at the door. He had sat down to pull on his socks and shoes while they came up the walk when he heard a cry out on the porch. He looked through...
This is a story about futanari. Yvonne and I first met in the summer before my senior year, in the woods behind my family's property. It was kind of embarrassing. She caught me lying naked on a mossy log by the stream, beating off in a single-minded frenzy. I've made better first impressions. ~~~ I was masturbating in the woods because I didn't dare do...
Randall sat on the park bench with his back straight and wearing crisp, freshly pressed clothes, as if he were about to have a job interview. However, the roses in his hand gave away that he was waiting for a woman he wanted to make his best impression on. One of his knees was bouncing up and down with nervous energy, which made him seem more like a teenager...
The Wedding (Patti Cake part 3) Chapter 6 -- Haberdashery, Hedonism and Highlights... We were into Patti's second week being overseas with Dean -- where by day they were supposedly riding around in expensive luxury cars yet by night? I had to figure, or it was safe to assume that is was more like Patti was riding Dean on their shared hotel room bed, stra...