Sophia sleeps with Jimmy Continued from Chapter 03: Her smile and her beautiful, brown eyes touched my heart and I so wanted to lean over and kiss her. Only, instead of instantly reacting to my sexual wants and lustful needs, I needed to fan her flames of sexual desire first. Somehow, with her so young and me so much older, I needed to make her want to kis...
Chapter 5: Born Friends Jacob was going over troop deployments with Malcolm on his flagship orbiting D-702 when a herald marched in and announced the king had arrived and was waiting in the council chamber for a briefing. "I'll bring Edward back here after we talk," Jacob told his brother. Malcolm, a dark-haired version of his younger half-brother, was...
Author's Note Again, this took me longer than expected. Sorry. I am enjoying the story as I write, but I've got way too many things happening on the side, so I don't get the writing time I want or need. Just to keep everyone in the loop – chapters 6 and 7 are in the writing stage, and 8 and 9 are in the planning stage. After that, we'll see. ---------- co...
I sat by my fire ring with a simple fire burning on this cool November day. My fire ring was hidden by bushes from the street twenty five feet away in two directions and privacy fence on the third side. The south side was open to my front yard. Most people didn't even know it was there if they didn't go out at night. Like most evenings, I burnt a fire just t...
Do I really need to describe our village in the Kaatskills? I think not, for Diedrich Knickerbocker said it all when he told the tall tale of my ancient relative Rip. Not that I'm closely descended from Rip, quite distant in fact, but then us Van Winkles are an extensive tribe, at least in the these mountains. Now, life in these parts being generally dull,...
Disclaimer: I will tell you about events that took place this June. I am not a native English speaker. I wish my vocabulary bank was bigger. Some sentences may be clumsy. You may find grammar mistakes or wrong use of words. But this is my best effort. My topic isn't mainstream. It's not for everyone. Some of you will hate it. I hope you are able to jud...
The good news is my wife is from the Philippines. The bad news is my wife is from the Philippines. Because, in addition to my wife, I LOVE prostitutes. Just read my other stories on this site--they're all about hookers one way or another. Despite (in my opinion) that the best place for prostitution in the whole wide world is the Philippines, because of my w...
With a sigh of relief, Collin Braxton watched the last car pull out of the parking lot, ending a very long day. A glance behind him at the pile of baseball equipment still to be packed up reminded the junior high school teacher that his day still wasn't over, but the blond haired twenty-six year old would settle for the last of his after-school charges being...
One could not technically call it meditation, given her attentiveness to the muffled noises floating out of the innermost shrine. Cinna sat cross-legged outside the curtains and the door to the sacred space, assuming the posture and serenity of a meditative effort. She remained in place for hours. At a glance, no one would have suspected otherwise, and in fa...
Let me tell you about my wife, Elise. She is 61 years young, 5" 7" tall and is neither slim nor fat. She has a stunning body that she pays careful attention to with diet and exercise on a regular basis for years. It was her legs and bottom that first attracted me so many years ago. It was May 24 weekend and several buddies and I had rented a cottage on a lak...