Milly awoke in Martha's arms. She lay there, savoring the feeling of warmth and love that waking up with her lover lying next to her always caused. She kissed her sleeping companion's lips softly. Martha's eyes opened and she smiled at Milly. "Good morning, Milly," she said. "I love you." "Good morning and I love you, too," Milly replied, hugging her lover...
ONE Trainee social worker Milly Jones is sure her parent's did not engage in 'sexual intercourse'. Trainees are being been urged to use that expression. 'Fornicate' – thay's another new term she's learned in training. The lecturer said it was a word 'more socially acceptable than the word fucking' when referring to sexual intercourse outside of marriage....
CHAPTER 4 During dinner Gran said, "I'm be ready for you to paint a cover for my book Carlson." "Great, I said I'd do that for you. What do you suggest?" "A representation of me riding in a gondola or perhaps of me skiing in the French Alps." "Do that for an inside illustration but for the cover I want something else." "That's fine dear, I'm guided by y...
WARNING: No much sex as the heroine is too busy working... CHAPTER 1 Brunette and with a fine figure largely concealed under unfashionable clothes, Milly Houston entered the office of newspaper editor Matt Easton, aware this was her last-chance interview. Although she worked hard and her output was considerable, her work lacked real flair and was considere...
Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
I was down the back of my section getting stuck into the overgrown mass of weeds there with a view to turning it into a vegetable wonderland. Right now the weeds with their long intertwined root systems were winning hands down. However I persevered in the hot sun until I had to stop and take a drink of water from the sipper bottle I had left in the shade. Lu...
Thank-you Balladeer for allowing me to write a sequel to your story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed reading your original. _____________________________ I have thoroughly enjoyed reading Balladeer's story quite a few times now and each time I found myself wondering what happened after Milly hurt Ben, her husband. If you are looking for sex scen...
Part of life's learning comes from observing others, sometimes they don't know you're watching ... that's voyeurism! Here's my story of watching and being watched. It's another long one and I hope you enjoy it. I write these stories for my pleasure and hope you can enjoy them with the odd spelling or grammatical error. I would appreciate critique and comment...
We have had the conflict. Now it's time for the denouement. Our protagonist needs a handy god-from-the-machine to sort out his irreconcilable situation (to continue our pretentious classical allusions). Fortunately he just happens to have one in his pocket, which is one of the wonders of the internet age. Plenty of monkey sex in this one for those who think...
The next morning I was totally hot thinking about what had transpired the night before. I had never seen Jill but tried to imagine her naked body. After a quick shower and brushing my teeth I slipped into my thin robe. I went across the hall and knock on the door. It wasn’t Milly who opened the door it was Jill. She smiled. “Good morning! Can I help you?...