Although this story can stand on its own, there are a few references to a previous story -- The Rose Garden - that may leave you wondering at times. So, you may want to start with that story first. Both stories are about Paul and Dana -- a loving, middle aged couple who are gradually discovering the pleasures of sex beyond their own bedroom. I hope you'll a...
Catherine's eyes fluttered open, and she squinted against the beams of harsh sunlight that were streaming into the cave. The racket of songbirds assaulted her ears, and a weak stream of air, cool with the chill of dawn, played over her exposed legs. She sat up slowly, arching her back in a long, luxurious stretch. The warmth of Adeon's skin was gone from beh...
Daniel surveyed the General Store with something approaching pride. The displays were set, the counters and floor polished to a startling shine, and everything looked ready. Well, almost everything; Jill had not yet turned up with her sculptures, and there was a decidedly empty space in the corner of the shop where they were supposed to be. "What do we do i...
I started this story as a flashback in my story "The Day After". I think that it is appropriate to describe where Randy wanted to go when he rekindled our relationship. We will visit the turning point in my life and some of the stops along the way in my journey from naive country girl to apparently one of the biggest sluts in town. At least this starts on a...
Mia checked her weapons one more time, and then she rose with the rest of her team, rocking with the turbulence in the plane. The Alphas were blind night jumping into a hot zone. Their orders were to find a group of Americans that had been cut off from escape. They had to find them and get them out of the hot zone. Mia felt the usual rush of adrenaline that...
The big General Electric CF-6 engine on the 767 droned steadily as it winged its way Westbound, 30,000 feet above the American heartland. Kathy stared out the window, her mind buzzing with thoughts of what lay ahead. Her transition was almost complete, from mousey, prudish housewife, to a total slut. And the adventure at the end of this journey would make it...
To an 'anonymous' reader, who requested more. J'espère que vous apprécierez. PS: You may wish to read 'Ebony in Ivory' first, if you haven't already. ...... Ebony in Ivory, Again! Henri smiled. Susan liked the cheerful, guileless concierge-come-garçon de café that was as much a part of the pavillon as the faded, not-quite-peeling paint, the louvered shut...
“Hey, here we go,” Jenny said enthusiastically. “’Fiesta Bowl Tickets. Best offer. 555-3785.’ He doesn’t even bother mentioning money. Maybe he’s thinking like we are.” “Could be. Might be worth a call.” Kim never looked up from the paper she was reading on the couch. The remainder of the Sunday paper was strewn on the apartment’s floor. Except for the clas...
Di and Seth just arrived at our place, and V was in the kitchen finishing up with lunch prep. I opened the door and greeted our guests - first embracing Di in a warm hug, and then planting a light kiss on her lips. We both felt the electricity but were interrupted when Seth chimed in. "What the hell Dax?" Realizing what I did, I thought fast, and decided t...
Christina defined hostess - trim-waisted, organized, efficient and a sweet smile that she shined on every new arriving guest. Enthusiasm. The ability to mix a drink. She had always loved to give parties, and this year, her husband had begrudgingly assented. Paul liked going to parties. He just didn't like disrupting his home life with arrangements and messes...