This is a sequel to an earlier story but intended to stand on its own. It was early morning. Eva had been awake for some time. Her lover stirred beside her in the bed, deep in sleep. She loved early morning sex and the thought occurred that this could very well be the last morning she would have with Art. She struggled to remove her nightie before snuggl...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults eighteen years of age or older. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies, but by the early nineties safe sex became an absolute necessity and continues to be so today. ***** I...
Author's Note: Hello again. I've been wanting to get this one out for some time now. I apologize for not having it faster. All the characters are over the age of eighteen—the elves even more so. If you know what category you're in and have read the previous installments then you know what's in store for you. If you're offended by such things, why are you rea...
This is the second and final chapter in a story which is a spin-off from the mother–son series "East End Lovers". It's mostly narrated by Gillian, though some is told by Gillian's neighbour Pam (it's clearly indicated where this happens). For those who have not read chapter one, Cliff is 25, and Gillian is a 58 years old colleague. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...
Jenny had just turned thirteen when I realized that I was no longer the center of her universe. Quite a shock for a mother to realize that her children are free thinking human beings, with their own thoughts as to how to run their lives. Jenny was a popular girl with lots of girl and boy friends. As for me, I had lost my buddy. Having grown up in Cary, Nor...
(All persons engaged in sexual activity are over 18 years old and any similarities to real life are purely coincidental.) ***** "Fuck me harder. Fuck my pussy," she screamed. "You like this, baby. You want me to cum in you?" "Wait. Oh shit. My mom's home," Kathy said. "Are you fucking kidding me? How do you know," I replied while I pulled out of her ti...
Author's Note: This story is for the Pastiches de Oggbashan Story Event. It's a retelling of Ogg's story Birth and Death. Caroline was a shovel and a few body parts away from being Victor Frankenstein. She could have taken up watercolors. A nice glass of powder blue water at her side as she dipped delicate brushes, swiped off the excess and filled in penc...
I looked around my apartment. "What do I do now?" I asked Tyler. "I've just graduated from college, and I have a low-level job that keeps me occupied from 7 to 3:30 on weekdays. I don't want to spend all my afternoons here, watching TV or going online." He paused for thought. "My grandmother lives half a block from you. You could visit her. I'm warning you,...
Brielle and Georgina were the interview committee. There was a string of girls referred by Knuckles. The Hogarth Club was close to being fully staffed and even the Land Army was doing well, the opportunity was all that was missing for many of the girls. Both Georgina and Brielle had superb flat reading skills, it seemed no lie passed unnoticed. Most of them...
Berkeley Square, London. The stripped branches of the giant plane trees are stark against the pewter November sky. It’s only mid-afternoon, but already the narrow streets and lanes are growing dim in the weak, dying light of a watery autumn sun. A famous bookstore stands on the west side of the square. Unchanged in layout since it first opened in 1853,...