Okay. Here it is. Once again, I want to say this is a continuation of a story called "Something We Have To Talk About" by Nici. The characters bothered me so much I felt compelled to write my own ending. I apologize to Nici for jumping the gun. You know how we guys can go off prematurely sometimes when we get too excited. Anyway, it was difficult to work wit...
He had no plans for the evening and didn't feel like going home to an empty house so Dan decided to have dinner out and drop in to the Phoenix House bar afterwards to have a few drinks and watch a ballgame. Besides, you never know who might be there and something interesting could turn up. He went to Mario's and had himself a good Italian meal and headed ov...
Author's note: This true story is a sequel to A Night To Remember, or Forget?, which can be found among my other stories. I think you'll enjoy it more if you read them in order, but this one stands alone pretty well. I am very grateful to my good friend who shared part of her life with me. * I must have passed out from the orgasm. It was thunderous and sho...
John and Barbara Jenson were sat in the solicitors office stunned, they had no idea this was going to happen, they didn't even know who Aunt Edna was? They had received a call and a request for them to attend the reading of a will, and they found out they were the only attendees. They had to provide documents to prove that they were really the John and Barb...
[The story so far: Thanks to an unusual provision in his neighbor's will, Nick finds himself renovating a house with gorgeous transgender interior designer Lindsey. Both her looks and her personality magnetize him, so much so that he begins to fantasize about her and experiment with watching she-male porn while masturbating. SPOILER ALERT! There is no sex...
"And this is permission for you to see a Physician's Assistant. If you'll just sign there, we can get you all finished up." The intake receptionist pointed to an electronic pad. "Great! That's it. If you want to take a seat in the reception area, we'll call your name. It shouldn't be too long. In the meantime, here's some literature on the procedure. Your d...
Frank continued to visit me most days, sometimes for a full session of fun with us settling down to some sucking and licking fun together. Sometimes just for his tea or for a wee grope, snog and a feel. He tended to do this when Mike, my hubby, was away on business. Frank often spent the night now and we enjoyed some steamy night times together. The 'no fu...
Ben zapped the automatic garage door as he cycled up his drive to put his race bike away immediately since he desperately needed a shower. On crossing the threshold he spotted his new neighbour heading out for a jog or run dressed in a baggy grey tracksuit and noted how poor her running style was, a habit borne of his degree in sports science & therapy. He...
This is the third in the Silver Lining series. It will stand by itself, but parts one and two will add more context. I wrote this in response to requests from several readers. I hope that you enjoy it and I encourage you to give feedback and/or send me a message with your thoughts and ideas. There's plenty of opportunity to add to the story. ***** "There's...
Ron's phone went off just as he had turned the light off beside the bed. He was staying in a spare room at the house with the chaps. He was taking them to Fulham in the morning. It was Katie on the phone. Ron was very tired. He didn't want to go out now but knew he probably would if she asked him to. He thought of the money. 'Hi,' said Katie. 'How did Vi...