I've become tired of stories of simpering females being rescued by manly hunks, so this is my variation on that theme. I know there are different federations out there, I just lumped them all together and called them MMA. Enjoy the story. ................................................ He rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose. He was in a gym, more specif...
My arms were stretched over my head as I finished hanging the last sheet of drywall. Another step closer to the end of the two year process of renovating our first house, it was hard to conceal my sense of pride at turning a worthless wreck into the nicest place on the block. But as soon as I heard the garage door starting to open, I felt that familiar pang...
"He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him..." –The Ugly Duckling, Hans Christian Andersen, 1844 ******************* My warm-hearted husband has always had a habit of picking up strays. I suppose that's one of the endearing things that attracted me to Do...
CHAPTER 1 The office party was pretty tame. No babe threatening to strip or a couple not unable to wait to reach broom cupboard. Just people in groups, chatting and some looking bored. The music started and two pairs of women, probably not gays but who knows these days, began dancing, guys looking at them, minds ticking. "Ryan are you thinking of dancing?"...
Author's Note: A warm 'thank you' to my fantastic beta, Laura, without whom this part in the series would not exist. She advocated for character growth, and so Celine has become one of my most fleshed-out characters. This isn't a story for the strokers, but there is sex. Special shoutout to Spyauth: sorry about the H in Aston Martin. Hope you all enjoy....
My name is Pam Shamanski and I have been happily married for nearly twenty years to John. We met in college where I fell madly in love with him. We were married soon after graduation and we moved to a suburb of Dallas. John is tall, over six feet tall, dark haired and very handsome. He has a nice mustache which tickles when he goes down on me, which I love...
My name is Jamie. I am 19 years old. This is the story of what happened to me Halloween one year ago. It was the last week of October and the leaves had turned brilliant shades of orange, red and yellow. The nights were getting cooler. Everything you could imagine was pumpkin flavored. Usually I get psyched for this time of year but things were different f...
This is my story, albeit considerably elaborated and condensed in time. My partner, a wonderful, tolerant and creative man, has written it with my help... and a sexy tale it is, even if I say so myself! This is a true account of my deep, passionate involvement with two people at the same time – my then boyfriend and his wild, wonderful step-sister – during...
It was the perfect day for it to happen. I'm surrounded by friends and family enjoying the happy occasion. Outside the vortex of gaiety are curious onlookers, either sneaking peeks at the celebrating crowd or staring with envious eyes wishing they merited being included in the guest list. My father, Harrison Williams sat near the head of the long table pres...
This story makes reference to a once-legal prescription diet pill, officially known as a biphetamine, which is no longer on the market. It had many street names like black beauty, but in the South it was called a black molly. In recent years certain designer drugs, also called Molly, have appeared on the rave scene. They are different compounds than the old...