Luke and Sarah strode up the path to the Fletcher house, or rather mansion, Luke thought to himself, eyeing the large estate with trepidation. He and Sarah had argued over breakfast about how best to approach the newly-married Bree-Anne Fletcher. He'd wanted to do it alone; so had Sarah. They'd finally settled on doing it together. "The shock value of both...
To the readers: There is no sex in this story. It's a story about a man and a woman and how they met and lived. It's a story written for Valentine's Day. The story is told by their eldest daughter. A special 'Thank You' to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 1 This story is about my Mom and Dad. They both had passed a...
(This story employs the age-old death-to-rebirth archetype.) _____________________ When Brad first saw Ginger, he knew that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had a lovely model's face that clearly required little, if any, makeup. It was enhanced by a truly warm smile that lit up her whole face. He immediately loved that smile, but he w...
Reading Chapter Two is a must to understand Chapter three, enjoy. * Jean McCullough was the older version of her daughter, the same reddish blond hair, maybe a pound or two heavier but with all of it in the right places. Her breasts were larger than Rachael's, the nipples on each getting hard as she watched her daughter stroke my hardening cock. She licked...
Author’s Note: This never actually happened to me. None of this is me, nor anyone else of whom I know. The actress in question has not, to my knowledge, done anything like this in real life. It is nothing but a sexual fantasy about her, plain and simple. This is pure fiction. If I met her in real life, I’d know her right away, as a fan of the series Smallvil...
It was a normal, everyday Spring Thursday, and I had just arrived home after a grueling 55 minute commute which had totally drained whatever energy I had left completely out of me. Every day this week traffic had been bad, the result of some of the endless "improvements" the Department of Transportation felt strong enough about to extend into rush hour. I w...
The next morning was a Sunday and Angie went to the service along with her parents, each of them remembering their two family threesomes of the day before, while Angie recalled her own little orgy with Ray Lassiter and the Dumonts. She was wet during Reverend Mitchell's sermon on "unconditional love and other forms of love," which somehow seemed fitting. Ang...
"Martin's Marital Indiscretion" Martin walked down the street with Darren toward the motel where he and Darren would have sex together in order to start rumors and hopefully a scandal that would being to an end his days of living as a woman and wife to the Baron. Martin felt very uncomfortable as they walked holding hands. People stared at them as they pas...
Thanks to jo for editing. ******** In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.- Janos Arnay Frankie's walk to the subway each morning was a routine that she usually did half aware. She rarely looked up at other commuters and rarely noticed the neighborhood that she walked through. The six block walk from her third floor apartment to the subway st...
This is a work of fiction. All characters and incidents portrayed and names within are fictitious and any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental. All places mentioned are only used to provide a framework, not to imply anything in this story actually occurred in those places. Although everyone is a fiction of our i...