This story is about a loving "hotwife" wife, but it is very heavy with male bisexuality and what some would consider totally gay. We consider it Hotwife and Cuckold. If you're not into that; don't read it. I know Loving Wife is not the best catagory, but until they start a cuckold catagory, this will have to do. If you're easily offended...stay away. No...
Freebird! Eddie Nesbit could not carry a tune under the best of circumstances but with only the uncaring wind to hear him bellow, emulating Ronnie Van Zant was not the hardest task. Above the hearty drone of the 351 Ford motor pushing him up the mighty Mississippi in an old Ski Nautique, Eddie and the late Van Zant sang their hearts out in praise of the als...
Chapter One - Paths - The wind gusted strongly through the small town. Fat flakes of snow fell, whipped into a frosty froth by the powerfully gusting wind, from slate gray skies gradually turning black at the unhurried approach of evening. I like snow, I always have. I could dimly remember cheerful childhood memories of running around through knee-deep...
Name have been changed and identifiable details omitted. ***** PART 1 - SNARED She was stunning. There was no other way to describe her. Seeing her in that tiny yellow and orange bikini caused my erection to grow painful. Water dribbled down her flawless tanned skin and slim body and over those beautiful small breasts. Her erect nipples poked through t...
This I would like to thank Francois101 for the editing. It is a tremendous help. For newcomers, this is the 7th installment of what I'm calling the Criminal Affair Series, which started with the ten-part Criminal Affair. Order of stories for continuity is as follows. Criminal Affair (ten-part series) The Sorority The Irishman at the End of the Bar A Sho...
In the high recesses of the vaulted room, the air hung heavy with waxy sediment and a silent, suspended cloud of ancient, flickering dusk. The late morning sunlight illuminated them as it streamed in through the high, leaded glass windows. There was a thin, tepid quality to the light. Indeed, it seemed too weak to crawl anymore than halfway down the ash gr...
As the dying light of another Saturday faded into oblivion, parents, devoted teachers and giggling school children began to head for the parking lot. The art fair I'd set up for my classes of elementary school children seemed to have been a rousing success. Since the fair had been my project, I suppose it was only to be expected for there to still be a crowd...
1. The Chief Engineer, the Chief Machinery Repairman, the Executive Officer, and the project manager of the Jacksonville Shipyard assigned to assist the USS Isaac Hull with her bobtail refit at Naval Station Mayport looked glumly at the remains of the starboard steering engine control system. A fire had damaged the hydraulic lines and the hydraulic pump, an...
Part 1: Hunter and Hunted --- The sun rose over the ancient forest, its warm, dappled light revealing a small herd of deer gathered in a clearing. Quietly they grazed in the midst of the towering trees of their subtropical home. Quiet they were, but not off guard. Their ears were ever raised, alert for the slightest abnormal sound, their eyes scanning, an...
[[Incest is the over-arching theme for this (rather long) story but it also contains mature, lesbian, anal, and BDSM bits as well.]] I DON'T NEED A QUEEN Much happens underneath the Noon sun. Insects hatch, reproduce, and die under one day's sunshine. They exist their whole lives not knowing a superior order surrounds them. Under this same sun, constructio...