"Skip" Richardson was a sophomore business major at Urban University: twenty years old, a nice-enough kid from the affluent suburbs, and a member of one of the most popular fraternities on campus. Skip was slim, blond, blue-eyed, and good-looking. He was a bit short and a bit shy, but a most likable guy and attractive to plenty of young ladies. It was late F...
Chapter 1 - The Capture There are people of great merit and talent who live out their lives shunning their true potential. People with high intelligence or stunning beauty who actually hide their natural assets to embrace whatever benefits obscurity can afford them. Liz was one such person. Though adroit in intellect with a seemingly endless knowledge in a...
I suppose being ninety one has its compensations. They are few, but they are there. First up must be that I am too old to die young, far too old! Second is.... Well that's an altogether harder question. My wife left me some years ago, not because she wanted to she, in the euphemism of today, passed away. Actually she just died, as shall we all sooner or late...
Author's Note: This story is about Henry Gawain, who knows he fucked up, okay? He probably should've just called the police instead of agreeing to do WHATEVER that old lady wanted him to, but that's not what happened. This older woman/younger man story is meant to be tongue-in-cheek (though whose cheek has the tongue in it is really up to you) and not tak...
For five years I had lived on the island totally without human companionship. I saw no men but the old guy who ran the supply ship, and no women at all. And I was happy. An artist needs his solitude. In the hurley-burley that we choose to call society, the deeper voice of the soul cannot be heard. Man alone with nature, that's the way it should be. Like Tho...
Janet had finished hoovering her flat and was just ambling through her day in her mind. After she had retired a couple of years ago she had taken up planting her window box, she was still quite the novice but it was really coming along quite nicely. Her flat was south facing so she got the sun in the mornings mainly and as it was now mid morning she decide...
From the author Previously, these three chapters were published under user name vicvitale as individual stories. This was a big mistake as it ruined the continuity of the overall story. So, to help remedy our grave error, we now present this erotic tale of celebrity fucking as one continuing story with three separate celebrities, all by original author...
Ch. 3: The Evil Mrs. Nguyen Hanna came to my place to tell me more about Ted and herself. As soon as she came in, I knew my friend was in distress. "What's the problem, Hanna?" "I tell you what happen. I go out with Ted now three month so I think we almost old married couple. So, I think it OK tell my friend where I have work who my boyfriend. I say them...
Gwen had lived in the valleys of Wales all of her life. She was now 51 and had lived alone ever since her mother died 6 years earlier. She was naturally a shy lady that hardly ever socialized apart from her attendance at her Chapel and the odd church outing. Working in a solicitor's office was quiet and predictable which suited her nature. Gwen's love life...
Bagoas luxuriated in having no urgent duties to call him out of his bed in the early morning. He lay back against the soft pillows and enjoyed the feel of the silk sheets against his skin. The soft bed, the tinkling fountains, and the soft noises in the hallway reminded him that he was not at home. Bagoas was a person of power in his own world. He was, inde...