This is one of two alternative endings that I had planned for Porsha's story. The other ending is half written, but I must be honest I'm very happy with this one. So I'm not too sure I'll finish the other. Whatever I invite any other author to write an alternative part two should they wish to do so? I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, pr...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction, dreamed up by my over active and extremely kink-loving imagination. However, having said that, two of the main characters are based on real people, and one of those is, in my opinion, perfectly capable of carrying out the activities I describe in this tale. If you enjoy it, I am glad, and look forward to constructi...
Gesso Part 4 Note to Readers: This series concerns the adventures of a friend of ours. It's been embellished and fictionalized, partly by her as she told it, and partly by me. I have her permission to repeat it. You'll Want to Read Parts 1-3 to make any sense of this story. Another note for anybody with a general tendency to panic: this story, and Sonia...
"So how is everything going with you, Jeneda?" Wearing a white doctor's coat and geek-chic glasses, the physician glanced up from her clipboard. "I've been good," Jeneda replied. "Felt the baby kick a few days ago." "Congratulations." She then shifted her attention to Dane, who had accompanied Jeneda to her prenatal appointment. "Did you get to feel it,...
Danny was removing equipment from his van. He was a 30-year-old massage therapist who after apprenticing with a large firm had struck out with his own one-man private operation providing massage service in the home. He was scheduled for an appointment with a client in an apartment complex. His business cell phone buzzed just as he was prepared to enter the b...
Chloe was not the kind of girl who identified as a tomboy. The term didn't make sense. She certainly wasn't a boy. So what if she had no girl friends, hadn't worn a dress since she was twelve, and avoided nail polish like the plague? It didn't make her any less female. But Chloe had learned long ago that, no matter how she thought of herself, to the rest of...
Ron got home and Marie and Layla were there, sitting in the front room with Annabelle. 'Hi all,' he said. Layla and Annabelle greeted him loudly. They were all drinking. Ron went to his room. Marie came and found him. She knocked his bedroom door and came in before he answered. 'Hi,' she said. Her hair was down. She had her tight black jeans on again....
This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments...
Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older. *** Peter was a strapping, good looking 18 year old high school senior. He was the most popular boy on campus. He ran track and field, played football and basketball. He was an all round sports hero at school. His golden blond locks of hair accentuated his deep blue eyes. If you looked up gorgeous in the dic...
Have you ever driven down a road that you didn't know and come to an un-signposted fork in that road, made a snap decision and realised some distance down that road that you had made the wrong decision? Life is sometimes like that, you are forced by circumstances to make an instant decision and realise, down the track, that decision was wrong. This is exac...