Rachel 'Ugh,' I groaned as I blinked my eyes against the glaring morning light that pierced its way through the crack in the window shades. My head must have been replaced with a thorn bush during the night for how it ached in so many places. Every nerve seemed like a dagger stabbing into me. Gingerly, I lifted myself up on my arm, trying to swallow away...
Hannah Bell entered the house in the woods as she normally did except that she tried to make less noise than she might otherwise create. Her boss, Jefferson McDaniel, got home late but she didn't know how late. Even though he was one of the most mild-mannered people she had ever met, the mere concept of disturbing a genius when he needed his rest was beyond...
All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older. * "Have you ever done any riding Dan? You've grown up a lot in the last couple of years. You look like you'd be pretty comfortable in the saddle." "Well mom did take me to a pony ride when I was eight..." Dan answered, rather cleverly he thought given how much trouble he was having keep...
Part 1: NOW... The rain came down steadily that night. It had been coming down in heavy sheets almost two hours before. That's when it had caused the most damage. It had turned the cottage roads into obstacle courses with pools of water and large branches and debris strewn across the gravel and asphalt. Wise travellers would have avoided trying to push thro...
**I mention a couple of old books in this chapter. As much as I tend to go for facts, I'm playing a little fast and loose with the dates of their publication. An English translation of one of them might have been available in Europe at the time that this tale is set. It's anybody's guess whether a copy might have made its way to New Mexico by then to land in...
(Our weekend together began when Connie came to our place after work on Friday. Friday afternoon and evening were idyllic. We went to sleep exhausted.) Our guest room, "Connie's room", had twin beds. I slept in one to be close to her. I don't think I awoke once during the night. When I did wake, the sun was streaming in the window and I could hear Connie hu...
Yrba's Travels, Pt.11 — Oil To The Flames by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 11 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to a...
Chapter 1 "Make love to me," Beth instructed Allan as his tongue expertly explored her most personal parts. She always loved Allan's cunnilingus and he had special ways of arousing her. He'd earlier aroused her by a slow gentle massage with some aromatherapy oils of Clary Sage and Ylang Ylang and some music on in the back ground. Allan crawled up her body a...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 or over. ***** THE PRODIGAL Another passing storm dumped its load all over the penned yacht, tugging restively at her moorings in the buffeting gusts. This endless parade of thunderheads reminded the old man of belligerent drunks, wandering the streets after lockout, banging on doors. It had been r...
The five-dinner tradition started with Jenna. It had been a while since we slept together -- she had her modeling gigs and I was preoccupied with getting the groundwork laid for starting up my electrician business again. I missed her, not just for the phenomenal sex or her drop-dead body, but the company of her. I was feeling pretty mellow about things. My...