We got out of the car and walked to the apartment front door. Trish gave Kris a quick hug and a kiss and then turned to me. "We have a lot to talk about. Let's go up and relax a bit before we get started." Feeling outnumbered, I just nodded and took Kris's hand. Trish seemed to ignore that as we went up to the apartment. I opened the door and in we went. Tri...
Synopsis: Busty wife is frustrated by hubby's inability to fully satisfy her. Note 1: "My Erotic Fiction", which means you cannot copy, use, or repost it without my permission; it may be illegal or immoral for you to read; and none of it is real. Note 2: This is based on Literotica.com's TheTalkMan's 'You Couldn't Handle Me'- an incest story of a battle of...
Sitting on the cushioned window sill, Ginger watches the lightening and listens to the sounds of the thunder clapping. Sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, she watches the wonders of what Mother Earth can accomplish. Each lightening bolt sends a semi sexual thrill coursing through her body. Ginger has always loved storms of any kind, ever since her childhood, on...
Some of you may have read the first part of this story before. If you had, start reading at the double row of asterisks near the bottom of page 2. Tony's Version It was a Saturday night. We had been to a show, got home about 11 PM, and were channel surfing, looking for another hour's entertainment before going to bed. "I hadn't seen that," Josie – she'd...
Lewis Harris has worked for Alta Mortgage for 6 years approximately. Now drawing a yearly income of about $215, 00.00 he used to be a mortgage broker but has moved in to the newly created division of the company, Alta Credit Resources. Alta Credit Resources contracts out to its participating vendors that loan money to Alta Mortgage's customers and referrals...
Hydraulics squealed as the lift brought the gleaming tube car up to street level. It was a new model, an import; the kind of personal vehicle that only the upper class could afford. It's bright blue metallic paint and brilliant white marker lights stood out against its new surroundings as the platform it rested on rotated, aligning with the sidewalk. The doo...
The things we do... I remember standing next to a woman as we looked at an autographed photo of a country singer. I admitted that I liked some of his stuff and she astounded me by saying "I'd crawl through a mile of broken glass to get to that boy." I got the feeling, but the statement sort of rattled me, since if I had to, I guess that I'd crawl through a...
With apologies to U2. This story is a sequel of sorts to No Going Home. I would encourage you to read it first. Constructive criticism and feedback are welcome. The phone rang at 7 am. "Who could be calling at 7 am?" thought Stephanie. She ignored the handset as it rang three more times before cutting out to voicemail. After another night of tossing and tur...
Sunlight pierced into Julie's room with a kind of warmth that was both comforting, and a little annoying. Her mother, Emma, had been bothering her incessantly for weeks about enjoying the midsummer's hot, dry weather by going on bike rides, walking, or doing something outdoors. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy going outside, only that there wasn't anyone wh...
Four hours later Jack was in Cassia's room, reluctantly. She'd pointed out they only had tonight as he was involved in Open Day aboard the new ferry with his mother tomorrow and she and his mother and her father would fly to Wellington that evening and three days later begin their South Island tour before flying out of Christchurch for Australia the followin...