Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It does not depict any actual persons or events. Any likeness to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. All parties engaging in sexual activity are of legal age of 18 and consenting adults. This is for entertainment purposes and is not an avocation for the activities contained herein. Always obe...
Author's Note: Over the years I have had sex in interesting places, some public and others risky. As I reflect on those days past I realize just how risky some of those encounters were and how fortunate I was not to be discovered. Others were not risky but wild and exciting as they took place in a third party's residence with the person in the other room. I...
Mark had finished his task and opened a cold beer by the time Ken brought the girls back in. "Well did you enjoy your swim?" Ken grinned and replied. "The girls were sleepy but quickly awoke with a dip in the cool water. They kept me busy snapping pics of them in their thong bikinis. They asked where you were. Sometimes the truth is the best way to tell the...
Dear Readers, Sorry for the long wait. Cold weather and long days at work have curtailed my writing time. Here's the next chapter. Happy reading, KemMyst ******* Beth was asleep, curled up in Anne's bed. They'd all gathered for a meeting to discuss what to do next. Devon began. "Alright, does anyone have any suggestions about how we help Beth? We don't...
Dear Readers, Chapter 2 of the McKenna pack. Enjoy, KemMyst ******* Both Devon and Duncan checked to assure themselves that their palm print and keypad code combinations were still active. Then, they finished bringing the last of the kitchen items inside the vault doors. The pack all stood and watched as the doors came home with a dull clang. Almost as o...
My story begins at a cocktail party in the home of a friend from work. The department I work in is quite large and most of the employees are in their late twenties or early thirties and it seems that at least once a month and sometimes more often, someone from the department has a party. I was drinking a beer and chatting with Vicki, a long legged beauty wit...
You will never guess who one of the most influential guys in my early adulthood was. Not my dad, oh he was of course, but not in this way. Not a teacher or a coach. Not a man of the cloth. No, it was a guy named Bill who worked at motel on the outskirts of town. And I would not have met Bill if it wasn't the result of on of these "guy to guy" conversati...
The brochure did not mention the bed and breakfast would be decorated entirely in red and pink for the Valentine's Day weekend. There were twinkly lights around every window. Cupid decals all over the front door. They had put red cushions on every piece of outdoor furniture, candy and heart ornaments in all the evergreen trees near the front porch, and infla...
This is the first of two sequels to The Lake House Lessons/Dana's Side stories, so familiarity with at least one of those series is probably necessary to fully enjoy this. It bridges some of the time gap between the epilogues of those stories and the second sequel, which will be posted next. Although this story contains references to sex, there are no explic...
Chapter Three- Judging Art The yellow cab stopped in front of her porch and Astraea got out and began unloading her suitcase. At the sounds of the slamming door, Mrs. Ramirez rushed out to greet her daughter with sloppy kisses on her cheeks. "My pumpkin! What is this…" she said, lifting Astraea's hands and pinching her waist as if she was poultry f...