Miles woke up at first light. He always did, no matter how late he stayed up. He looked over at Ana, still asleep. He decided that getting up might wake her - and she looked so relaxed. He leaned back and tried to map out this week's picking schedule. He kept looking back at Ana. Seeing her laying there, her wavy reddish hair glinting in the morning sun, he...
Lawless Liberty June 5, 1883 -Karen English- I've been entranced with the Sheriff since the moment he stepped off the stagecoach at the beginning of the year. Rumor had it, he was a veteran of the War of Rebellion, an officer in the Northern Navy. Rumor also had it, he was a captured Northern Spy who the rebels tortured for information, but he never told...
This story is the seventeenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous sixteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upse...
I'd been held back a year in school when my father died, so when I started senior year I was already 18. Some of my old best friends were going off to college and I felt a little depressed about having to go to high school for another year. I was determined to get into a good college though, and hopefully get a scholarship to cover some of the costs of my fu...
Another Friday and no plans, damn, a girl needs to get in something or something needs to get in this girl. I prefer something got in me, but good dick has been hard to come by lately. It's like the entire collection of good dicks decided to go into hiding, leaving a sister high and dry. I called my partner in crime to see if she had the 411 on some happenin...
EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. © 2000 Commercial use prohibited without author's consent. * * * * * Doug and I were regulars at a swingers club in Dallas. During the three years we dated we went to the club almost every Saturday night and always had a great time. I wasn't really into the swing scene but loved going to the club to dance. Though...
Thomas was addicted to masturbation. He had been playing with himself since he was old enough to get boners and enjoy the stroking that accompanied it. He was a shy young man and especially so around women. He had been raised under the strict female ordinances of a domineering mother, and at 30 years old, he delivered newspapers. It had been his mother's ide...
Chapter 8. The Lebanese Lesbian The focus of Ludlow’s investigations soon centred on the University’s Professor of Mathematics. Her name was Layla, on loan from the University of Beirut, a part of the much-lauded foreign-exchange program. The Board of Regents of the University would not have been quite so excited to learn that she was using her position to...
I love Halloween, not just the day, but the whole season. I go to as many costume parties as I can. I sometimes have to crash the parties, but with everyone wearing a mask no one notices me. That's the benefit of costume parties, no one notices me. The rest of the year everyone tries to avoid me, ever since the accident. Ten years ago I was riding my bicyc...
I had not known her name, at least not as she stood before me, working her way through her own internal dialogue with a stranger poised before her. I wondered as I spoke what she must be thinking behind her bright eyes. "James Wilson," I offered my hand, " I'm in charge of the museum here." She did not take it at first, there were still lists of questions...