by Philip Johnson Chapter One It wasn't totally unexpected and yet, Lee still couldn't believe it. His sweet aunt had died. Aunt Amalie Hansen was born in Norway and came to the U.S. as a child, and she was a long legged beautiful blonde her whole life. Even as her health left her, he couldn't help but admire her regal fair skinned beauty. He was the onl...
Saturday, November 23rd I woke this morning after a great night of sleep. The only problem I had was deciding what day it was. I knew it was Saturday, but in my mind I still could not fathom what had happened yesterday. At times I thought it had to have been a fantastically erotic dream and that today must actually be Friday, but as I walked towards the ba...
CHAPTER EIGHT... The time for the pure breds to be matched had arrived. Aleksander lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He could hear the festivities going on around him, both at his home and outside it. Parents were scurrying around with the helps with barely restrained excitement and the pure breds were skulking about, not bothered with hiding their resentm...
Ch.02 – Rehearsals Begin This is the second part of our first attempt at erotica. It is in the Loving Wives section and is a fantasy that involves sex outside wedlock. If this type of thing offends you, stop reading! If you choose to read this, we sincerely hope you enjoy it. Monday I got up and went into work, but not as normal. It's wasn't usual for me t...
I still can't believe this happened. I just never saw it coming and now it is too late. The horse is out of the barn I guess. It started a few months ago when my wife, Jill, and I took a trip to Florida to celebrate our 10th anniversary. We both looked forward to it. With jobs, a child, day-to-day stresses, etc. it had gotten tough to just spend quality tim...
NOTE: This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of t...
Charlene's life at an early age was a whirlwind. Married to her high school sweetheart at an early age, she wasn't ready for the changes that would soon come. She was no longer in love, and couldn't be with him anymore. Try as he might to patch things up, she was ready to move on. It was the hardest thing she had ever done, a long weekend of heartache, but...
The air was extremely bitter when I left Seth's apartment that evening. I took it as a bad sign of what was to come. Even though I had only known Seth for a few days, my heart had grown so heavy for him that I knew I was in love, even if I didn't want to admit it to myself. He walked me to the door and the goodbye kiss that he placed on my lips was soft an...
Every Tuesday morning at nine minutes past ten Kay says to her husband, "I'm off to town Tom." Tom always replies, "Have a nice time dear," then he laughs and says, "Give him my best wishes." Kay smiles and replies, "I will dear," and then leaving the house she makes her way to the bus stop and catches the nine fifteen bus into the CBD. Had Tom known it...
Author's note: Tradition would have us believe the night before St. Agnes' Day, January 21, is always bitterly cold. A virgin who says her prayers and goes to bed without supper this night will surely see her future husband in her dreams. With a "tip o' m' hat" to John Keats for inspiring me with THE EVE OF ST. AGNES and Sister R________ for assigning Keats'...