This chapter is entitled, "Mary and Amy's New York Party Adventure." It tells to other side of Tom and Mary Wilson's relationship and what the two women do when they go together to New York City over Halloween. * When the car reached the end of the country road and pulled up at the Iron Gate with a security box the driver punched in the code and the gates...
All for Winter When I finally filled the glass to the five ounce line (I actually had a bit more cum in my mouth and it overflowed onto the small shelf the glass sat on) a small flap opened up and the cup was snatched up and replaced by an empty one. I heard the lock on the door click and I opened it as quickly as I could. Just before I stepped through I lo...
"I'll take one more Max, and then I should probably head for home." "OK, Mrs. Higgins. Coming right up. Are you alright?" "Yeah Max. I'm fine. I guess I'm just finally realizing that as of 3:30 this afternoon, I'm a 50 year old divorced woman." "Well, you are the hottest 50 year old woman I've ever seen," Max said. "Thanks Max. You're sweet." Max walked...
"I think the old fool has ingested too much rhino horn," spat the Sheikh, "but do as he says." I knew it foolish to object, any protest of the charade would be overruled. Vananella climbed out of the saddle. She stripped off her bottoms and pulled the top over her head. Men voiced their approval on both sides of the temple walls. She hung her clothes from...
Note to the readers. Just wanted to say thank you for reading and liking my stories so far. I am humbled by your kind words. I know I've made some grammatical errors and I promise to proofread my submissions more carefully. I have lots of ideas for several stories with some series stories also. I don't want to overwhelm my readers, so I will space my stories...
-FROM "NIGHTWATCHES"- ... Sometimes, for those who make a living in the hours when you are asleep, there comes, towards the end of a watch or shift, an errant image from the depths of the past and their psyche. Images built on bits of memory or snatches of an old song - Jungian archetypes or " a bit of undigested gristle". One that comes to me is the image...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * "I Can't Stop Loving You," Ch. 02 A devoted husband, 68-year-old Walter, an older man, found love again with 39-year-old Susan, a much younger woman after his beloved Mary died. Continued from Chapter 01: Seemingly, not interested in meeting someone new, he didn't see her sometimes looking over at...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please give me the support of your vote. For those looking to read pornography, I don't write pornography. This is not pornographic. I write erotica. There's plenty of sex at the end while still being erotic. There are no underage characters in this story. The three characters in the story are Brad, forty-something,...
The steady ring of hammer on iron and the forge's flare under each pump of the bellows was normally a comforting sound, the resonant beat of hard work and satisfaction. That day, however, Hafred was anything but satisfied with his place in life. Apprenticed to Smith Garn, the youth was blessed with a strong arm, the promise of steady income, and a profession...
Meet Babette Grissom, also known as Granny Babette, a sixty-year-old black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. At first glance, Granny Babette looks like any of the charming old ladies you might run into your local black church. She's lovely, friendly, well-dressed, and deeply concerned about her community. Granny Babette doesn't have a family, so c...