The two men had been arrested under new laws that had been implemented under the recently passed legislation that had been introduced by the all female parliament after the narrow victory of the Ausitanian Democratic Women's Party in the recent election. They found themselves about to be charged at the notorious Prochody jail under the newly enacted Sexual H...
Kirsty stared around the room. The Christmas tree that was a safe distance from the roaring fireplace had turned out magnificent in the end. Petrine had insisted that they all help decorate it on Thanksgiving. That had come as a bit of a surprise to Kirsty, but it seemed that her mother-in-law retained far more than simply her accent. She kept several of her...
The Charter was packed. The front seats were taken up mostly by a group of parents without partners. Mostly women but a few men were with the group. Some had brought their children but not many. To my rear was a group of nurses, and then too there were a few male nurses mixed in. Those of us who were singles or couples who had booked on just to fill up the c...
For the following six weeks our love making has been incredible. Neither of us can get enough of the other; the images and actions of the first training session so freshly embedded in our brains that all we have to do was to look at each other to want to be entwined and writhing on the bed in seconds. A couple of things are contributing to this. Firstly, e...
Kirsty sipped her morning tea as she watched Monika swing. The storm had finally chased them back to the house after dark last night, but even then she knew Bjorn was reluctant. She was reminded once more of a couple of teenagers sneaking in after curfew. They had stopped downstairs only long enough to raid the refrigerator. Even at breakfast this morning,...
A BLUE CHRISTMAS In July ChloeTzang created an event "In a Sunburned Country" and invited writers to write a story based in Australia timed to coincide with the Melbourne Cup, which is about as important to Aussies as New Year's Eve is to Scots, St Patrick's Day ... etc etc. This is my rather irreverent but affectionate offering in my attempt at narrating...
My story begins at a doctor's office where I have chosen to seek help for some minor depression issues. The doctor is a woman. She is good looking and very fit but it is hard to tell under the baggy get up. I tell her of my low self esteem and lethargic tendencies. "Do you know the cause of your low self esteem?" she asks. "Well I've been in recovery for...
(This story is real except for the names. It took place on September 1985. This is my first story ever and I hope you'll like it.) I dry docked my 28 footer in Perama west of Athens, packed my clothes and started my journey to Amsterdam to join a nice Dutch woman I met while sailing the Greek islands. It was going to be a long and boring train - ferry - t...
An erotic novella based on a true story by James Leonore. * My name is James and in the ten years that my wife, Jenny and I, have been together, I have watched her turn from a meek and mild young woman into a wildly, sexually overactive nymphomaniac. In the first eight or so years of our relationship, we would have sex anything between two and five times...
(Show Me Pearls) It was a Friday night in mid March, the start of Spring Break for the students of Spud University, where Natasha, my girlfriend, and I went to school. I was on my way to pick Natasha up at her Dorm to go to a "Spring Break Salsa Fest" at our favorite locale; Salsa Café. I pulled up to the parking lot in front of the familiar tall grey build...