My first day with Peggy had been absolutely magical. She offered the love, tenderness, and affection that had been missing from my life. After spending the evening in each other's company, we retired to her bed. We slept together that night. She wore a sensible, nylon nightgown while I remained naked. There was no sex, although I was stiff and horny througho...
A new oil used to cook potato chips has some very unpleasant side effects for that one in ten thousand who eat it. Brian is one of those one in ten thousand and by the third quarter of the football game all hell breaking loose. By the end of the game, Brian was in a kind of hell till his wife Carol walked him out of there. Story Part 1 "Honey, you OK," Car...
Title A Day in Gotham - 11 - Batgirl Wonders Ch 3 (Author's Intro... This is adult erotica. Over 18's only...please read on only if you qualify! Now, it's been a real saga getting Batgirl back from her holiday to help Catgirl face the latest threat to Gotham's peace. Sending Robin in civvies with the 'Code Red' message had turned out to be a bad idea for...
"So glittery!" Reema exclaimed as she held her fingers out in front of her. Her newly groomed nails reminded her of the fun glitter pens they used to use back in art class. The speckled turquoise paint gleamed like tiny jewels. Her hands felt extra smooth, too, and smelled so nice! As she kept admiring her 'zany' nail polish, Cassie pointed out that they s...
I'm ashamed to say that I didn't get turned on to sex until well into my thirty eighth year, and it was through someone I'd never even considered. I had been separated from my husband of almost nineteen years for about twelve months. Parker Wallace was a driven man, and had been since before we married. His father had been absent for most of his growing up,...
When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the youngest traders at the Chicago exchange, I was becoming feared an...
Let's see, I graduated high school in April of 1964, if I remember correctly. April of 1999 was my thirty fifth high school reunion. Had it really been that long? It didn't feel like it but then again my memory ain't what it used to be, to put it mildly. Since I had never made it to any of the other reunions, why should this one be any different? A phone cal...
There were always little rituals to be observed and even the smallest of goals to be achieved in the space of a day. They were the routines and the mental talismans that kept Hannah's overactive brain in check and allowed her to manage the obsessive nature of her thoughts from one hour to the next without spinning out of control. Deprived of their comfort an...
Jilliane Scott chewed her lower lip as she sat at the worktable in Professor O'Neill's office and scanned her computer screen. Fifteen feet away, behind his wide, oaken desk, Professor Devlin O'Neill, MA, Lit.D., typed away at another computer. A fire crackled in the hearth while late-season snow drifted past the wide bay window. "Devlin?" "Hm?" "I was...
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