The doorbell rang while Amy Skelton was on the toilet. Typical! You wait in all morning for a new fridge and the minute you pop to the loo it arrives. Amy finished up, pulled on her white cotton knickers and light summer trousers and dashed downstairs. Upon opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of a 6'2 male with pale blue eyes and neatly-coiffed s...
Thank all of you for your votes on Chapter 1 as well as your comments. Know that I appreciate all of you. And once again I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to my editor and friend Angel_Love for her assistance and friendship. The Application Frank called late that night and reported that Judy had fulfilled her punishment assignment just as I had ordered...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 15 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. BRUNCH, WITH SOMEONE WHO KNOWS A THING OR TWO ABOUT BDSM I was...
Note from the author - I'd like to give a big thanks to The Outlander and Gus Smio, for providing invaluable editing, assistance and advice. I hope you enjoy my story. ***** Ray had been happily married to his wife, Amy, for almost ten years. They were both successful professionals, living in a beautiful house on the outskirts of the city. In their profess...
Copyright 2005 by Stormbringer Revised 2010 & 2019 Megan tied the belt on her robe as she walked down the stairs. She was running the water into her tub and planning a long luxurious soak. Her husband was off on another week-long business trip. Megan used her free time to relax and catch up on her reading. Megan entered her kitchen and retrieved some...
Suds filled the dance floor like a giant blob from another world. The crowd whooped and cheered in delight. The lights reflected on the white foam made it appear to change color. The dancers it swallowed never slowed. Rebecca saw the foam heading her way. She smiled. She raised her arms like the others and cheered as the blob approached. Suddenly the floor...
I'm Pete Culler. Age 38. 6', 6" tall. Married to Abbi Culler (who was originally Torsdottir), age 35, for the last 7 years. Abbi was, at least to my eyes, a 'looker' with brunette hair and a nice figure, but not a 'trophy wife,' though. I never knew much about her early history or family, as she came here from the Mid-West and I thought it not important. Up...
We could try to convey her beauty by revealing the dimensions of her lovely breasts, or perhaps what length of ribbon would be required to encircle her luscious hips. But the goddess does not traffic in such ciphers. Numeric recitations provide no representation of her true beauty. Rather her radiance was reflected in her form, as if the vessel of the goddes...
Drops of sweats flew in the air as the knight in armour barely avoided the thrusted spear. The spar had lasted more than the average combat duration, and it showed as the two opponents caught their breath, both exhausted. The knight and the experienced old man silently faced each other, waiting for the slightest instant of weakness from the other side. "Eno...
A note from the author This is very much a make or break story for me. The more I wrote, the more ideas came flooding in, but one thing remained very much constant. Louise and Jade. I kept wanting to write for them. Nicola, Heather, Crystal. They all have backstories that I'd love to explore, but I keep coming back to these two. Perhaps because the main cha...