It was just an average day. I kissed my wife and kids goodbye, and left for work. I had been at work for a couple of hours when some of the machinery malfunctioned. They sent us all home early. I decided to hurry home, so I didn't bother to call or anything. When I arrived at my house, I quietly opened the front door. My bedroom door was closed, so I figured...
(Once again, a story of my wandering Irish vampire. Since this is from "Days" it takes place after she has regained her humanity (as told in the final chapter of "Bridget's Nights"). No real sex, although the characters are snuggling right after it. The song lyrics are from the Alabama song of the same title, written by Randy Owen and produced by Harold Shed...
Dawn came down the stairs to see two surly vampires staring at one another in their usual state of disgust and dislike. It wasn’t at all how she envisioned her morning. Actually, she’d expected to wake up in Spike’s arms and was disgruntled that she’d woken up alone. She’d planned on snuggling up to him and engaging in more of their playful pillow talk. “Daw...
"Oh baby, that was really great," Jordan Carter said as the nude brunette that had just ridden him to orgasm slid off his cock and dropped down next to him on the bed. Heather White smiled as she snuggled against her lover. She agreed with him, but really didn't feel the need to actually say so. Heather and Jordan had been a couple for almost two years. In...
It had been four months since our hot adventure - when my twin sister Toni and I had enjoyed our first sexual experience together - and things were pretty much back to normal. We rarely talked of that early summer day, busy as we were with the school year starting up again. For those who might not remember the more mundane details of that last story I shared...
The smell of freshly baked bread filled the house as Carlos and Vin walked inside. They followed the scent to the kitchen where Petra was pulling out a loaf from the oven. She looked up at them and smiled. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore a pink cotton tank top and a very short denim skirt. "Welcome back," she told them, "Did you have fun...
Larry Plummer, was my only full time employee. He plowed the road to my house in the winter and repaired it in the spring. For this I bought him a new pickup every two years and paid him well. He was my source of news about what was happening in the settlement twelve miles down the state highway and he let me know when any new girls arrived. On this day I...
Does she still love me? The question nags at me as I pace restlessly in the empty house, waiting for her. It's getting dark. She's going to be late again. I should get used to it, but I can't. Don't want to. I guess I'm a creature of habit. I yawn, tired and bored. I could use a short nap, but I know I won't find sleep. Not when I don't know when she'll b...
We were staying in Paris a few years ago, at the Hotel Angleterre, a historic building made into a hotel many years ago. I'm George, my wife is Jane, Jayne, or Janey, pick one. Janey was thirty-two, not beautiful, but a very attractive redhead with long sexy legs. She enjoys the attention of men, and has had many men friends, some of them intimate. I'm ten y...
I was badly in need of a good swim to clear my head, having driven since dawn to get to this neck of the woods on my camping trip with Stephanie, my wife of six years. The summer retreat was as much her idea as mine, both of us agreed that we needed to escape the stress and hectic pace and maybe just enjoy each other's company. We'd been fighting a lot more...