This is a story about a woman who enjoy letting go - in multiple ways. Constructive comments are appreciated, as are any positive feedback! :-) If you are offended by fantasies of sex in a bit rough, dirty and consensual way, don't bother to read or complain. Although this is not a story from true life, I do hope to keep a tiny line to reality, however exagg...
"I don't understand." "Understand what, sis." "Oh, Allen, I didn't know you were in the room. I don't understand your friend, Vince." "What mystery about him has escaped your keen insight?" "I've given hint after hint. Enjoyed the view and pretty sure that he reciprocates, in a rather cute and shy way. Yet, he hasn't asked me on a date. He might be more...
NOTE: All characters engaging in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen. ***** Judge Celina Monroe leaned forward in the high-backed leather office chair that sat behind her bench. It was her throne whenever court was in session, as it was now, and when in it, she felt and acted like a queen. Today, the queen was unhappy, and she wrapped her right...
The music at Shark's was pumping, a solid bass line that had every booty (or boo-tay for those aZiaNS trying to speak Ebonics) shaking and sending ripples of flesh into luxurious belly-dancer motions. Ever since I'd turned 21, this club had become my favorite hangout, and invariably I would be found her on a Friday night. The music was good, the accommodatio...
The Beginning. I don't remember much of how I originally got myself into my current situation; it all seems so long ago and far away. All I'm really sure of is I was an IT geek working at a client site for a few months, I was staying at the local Marriot full time and only traveled home once every two weeks. It was a pretty miserable existence, people we...
Chapter 1: Steve Writing My eyes were drawn to her. As soon as she entered the lounge, my eyes were drawn to her. The people sitting around me eating bagels, muffins, or happy meals, the crackling announcements of flights to other places, and the gray vinyl seats and stained blue carpets-they faded away. My eyes were drawn to her. She was blond, but whethe...
Author's Note: This story is based on the premise of the movie Groundhog Day. Some comments have expressed worry that this series could go on forever. It won't. This is part 4 of 6. The story should end in less than two weeks. I was going to split this part up, but decided against it. I shortened it a little instead. I have read the comments and have taken s...
Several miles away, her husband could hardly focus on work. It was now 5 P.M. and he hadn't heard a thing from Laura all day. His mind was on his wife and what must be happening at their house. He called her iPhone and after a couple rings he was surprised to hear Ray answer. "Hi buddy?. How are you?" Ray said cheerily after seeing Mark's picture on the pho...
Blame It On The Beach - The Making Of A Mature Slut Wife When my wife Gwen first suggested it I was lukewarm to the idea. Our vacations had always been busy affairs filled with exploration and meeting with as many local people to learn the customs and culture as time would allow. Upon our retirement, 4 years ago, we vowed to be more adventurous and had zip...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. The highest cost of losing a war is the rage of your children. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer and the countless singers b...