Returning from my Thursday afternoon class, I saw the fresh sticky note on my college dormitory room door. "Dan. Call your aunt. Today before five if possible." The message, taken by another dorm resident, sounded innocent enough to the casual reader, except I have no aunt. The message was from Eileen Hamilton, a 44-year young farm wife from my home town,...
3. The Hotel: I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guy...
Please note, dear reader, that Sophie likes her name to be pronounced with the accent on the second syllable. She prays you to keep this in mind when reading this story. You might even exercise it a couple of times before you start, she suggests :-) Sophie furthermore wishes you a pleasurable and exciting reading and so do I. This is my story on how I first...
Author's note: This story contains a bit of non-consent sex. Reader discretion is advised. * "They are creatures of the dark." She said in a quiet tone. The elf lady sat nestled in his arms staring out into the darkness. Mule sat behind her with his back to the wall staring blankly at the black all around him. She had been describing the creatures that su...
Chapter 31 I woke up at a little before 7:30. Carla was still in bed next to me, but Holly was up. I gently slid out of the bed and tip-toed… Okay, so I can't tip-toe, but I did walk quietly across the floor to the bathroom. I took care of the morning necessities and slipped into my black gym shorts and t-shirt. The house was quiet. I went into the kitchen...
"I want you to write me a stroker." WHAT? "And then read it to me." "What?" I said and blinked rapidly. "What, what?" I'd never heard the term stroker, but I immediately knew what he meant, sort of. I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. Jordan and I were sitting in The Greasy Spoon diner. He was the only one who knew I wrote erotica. He hadn't read...
The success of Gruber's Labs newest contribution to the scientific community reverberated through the sterile halls unchecked as the revelers downed their intoxicating concoctions in wild abandon. Apparently the small gelatinous mass I irreverently referred to as flubber, had been successful in restoring the neurological damage an ambulatory construction wor...
TO THE READER: this story includes several characters from the series of Jason Garrett stories; however, this story is not part of that series. It was Christmas morning, 2004. My family was gathered together at my parents' home in Pasadena. My brother Jason had driven down from Fresno a few days earlier, and my sister Emily and I didn't have a choice about...
I lay on my bed in the dark, typing. My husband, via my Apple laptop computer, kept me company. With my hips elevated on three pillows, my thighs spread as comfortably as I could get them, and my rectum practically filled with KY lubricant, I still ached. "This is crazy," I wrote. He came back: "Half an hour. Not a second less." It had been in me now for f...
This is the third installment in the 'Flesh And' series. While it works as a stand alone story, I suggest you read 'Flesh and Thieves' and then 'Flesh and Cat Burglars' before this one, so you can see the progress of the relationship and get the stories in order. Your choice. The Flesh And series is a little more fast and furious than my usual romances, but...