**Well, I suppose that anyone can get along - now and then - a little, anyway... O_o --------- Now that he was finally alone, Joshua got out of bed and walked to the "bathroom" for a minute before making his way to the coffeemaker. That had been a few minutes of mild torture – waking up with a full bladder, the erection from that, and not being able to do...
Ron's sudden death was traumatic for MaryAnn, so much that the first couple weeks after his accident she cried herself to sleep every night. But, MaryAnn was strong, intelligent, and resilient. Once she broke the spell of being a grieving widow her recovery was rapid. Lots of things helped her break her despondency. To start with, she loved her work. She was...
by Vandemonium1 and CreativityTakesCourage writing as SemperAmare We have seen comments on our own stories, as well as those of other authors, along the lines of, "That was too far-fetched; the unbelievability of it detracted from my enjoyment of the story." This is another unbelievable one. Following a recent trend, this is a story of an overheard con...
As in Chapter 11, Steve is the narrator in materials in regular type and Sandy is the narrator in materials in italics. * I awoke the next morning to the most delicious sensation. My naked wife had pushed the sheet aside and was on her knees next to me leaning forward sucking on my rapidly growing cock. The sun was shining in through a window so I knew it...
Hey guys, Once again, thank you for your overwhelmingly positive response, I really appreciate it, it's where I get the courage to continue. All errors that may be present are mine, I have not used an editor as yet, though if you think I need one please let me know and I'll try to find one. As always, creative criticism is most welcome and please don't fo...
The Queen of Hearts Alvin woke up in the big four poster bed. He rolled over and reached for the pillow on the other side of the mattress. He buried his face in it while he cleared his head of sleep. Something seemed just a little bit off this morning. He sniffed the pillow and realized that it just smelled like a pillow. For years, he had clutched it befor...
It had been a bad afternoon at the casino and the prospects weren't looking much better for the evening when Whitney popped into my life. My wife was out of town visiting her family and I decided to spend a day or so at an Indian casino less than an hour from my house. With ever intention of spending most of the time gambling, I went ahead and booked a room...
Act Four: Food for Thought Chapter Two: Take Me Down Author's note: This chapter uses some unconventional formatting for some rather unconventional dialog. * * * * The bronze bell above the glass door jangled and tolled. The door remained unmoved. The rose girl watched the bell jounce about. "Someone's coming." Tomoe did not look up from the fat Sudoku...
We had been in arrivals for at least a good hour as we had to go through passport control and went to collect our baggage from the collection hall. I was glad the airport thankfully had air conditioning as my pussy was still wet from Ralf's spunk oozing out of me and now it had started to create a damp patch in my knickers. With our Suitcases claimed we mad...
Chapter 1 Fred Morgan stepped into the bedroom from the master bath. It was six in the morning. He dressed in the early morning light, not bothering to turn on the lamp. He stepped into his khaki slacks and put on a plaid shirt. In the old days it would be suits and ties, but modern times were different. It was his busy time of the year. His fold-over valis...