A hand touched my ankle and was followed by a soft voice. "Where were you?" He asked. "I was under a truck hiding from a sniper. You?" I whispered back as I climbed out of bed to put on my shoes. I remembered where I really was, I had met an American friend Timothy in Kentucky for a weekend of camping in his trailer with his wife and kids. He and I worke...
Mary lost all track of time as she worked on Jennifer's portrait. While her artistic mind tried to focus on the memory of Jennifer's nude body, their conversation about how Mary could help with her husband's inexperience with women kept sneaking into her consciousness. It seemed as if Jennifer was suggesting that she should have some kind of physical involve...
There is no sex at all in this chapter. It's all fiction except one kernel IS based on reality. See the end notes. ********************* In 1873, ten years after the Battle of Gettysburg, the US Congress authorized and commissioned a painting of that "turning point of the Civil War" to be hung in the Capitol building foyer. It was to be a large painting -...
Note: Since John's daughter is also called Clare, to avoid confusion his daughter is spelt without an 'i': e.g. Clare, throughout the remainder of this story. Chapter 05 Tuesday 4th May John Pollard had long forgotten the visit of his old flame. His life had settled into something of a routine long before she had arrived, and after her visit it was regai...
Thursday morning, September 12, 1957 at just after six o'clock, Diana Richards awoke from a disturbing nightmare and with a funny feeling. She lay in bed for a moment trying to figure out what it was besides the dream that woke her up. Then she felt it... the muscles of her abdomen contracted harder than she'd ever felt them do so before. Dr. Hamilton had to...
I woke up on the Saturday, not believing what I'd got up to in the Beer Bust and not sure what to do, now everybody knew what I was, a little white sissy bitch that worshipped black dick! How would everyone treat me on Monday at work, Elizabeth had said not to worry as 'what happens at the Beer Bust stays at the Beer Bust', however how could I tell my black...
This is a true story. Only the names have been changed. This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. The story spans a period of about 5 months. I welcome advise on how to improve my writing. * * * * * I was a late bloomer. A very late bloomer. The first time I saw a lady nude, other than in pictures in Playboy and Penthouse, I was 26 years old. I...
Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Not only does it encourage an author to continue writing; it helps him/her to improve their product. I would like to thank those who have offered feedback previously. If you have not read the previous portions of the "Easy Street" and "From Easy Street to a Hard Road series, you may wish to do so. For the readers who hav...
Tuesday, January 4, 1881 God save me from these post-Christmas doldrums! Everything gets so frightfully boring this time of year. Whereas one month ago all the great houses of London were festooned in their finest decorations and every night someone was only too eager to throw a soiree worthy of fond remembrance, now we are all adrift in a sea of ennui. The...
The entire group had assembled in the banquet hall to have an early buffet dinner. Leonard was anxious to pick his women and wanted to see who Penny chose for her last romp before anticipating marriage or not. Sheldon and Amy were not in attendance and Leonard found out they left together and returned to Pasadena. Leonard wondered if there was any chance fo...