It was on the final day of the conference that I drank too much with my 'conference friend', Liesel. We were both aged in our forties, with careers in workplace health and safety, and we'd found ourselves at a three day event in a tiny beach town in North Queensland partially out of a desire to increase our professional knowledge, and largely out of a desire...
"Here is your drink," the waitress in the tight fitting black cocktail dress said, thrusting a martini glass with a napkin sweated to the bottom towards my face. I looked up at the glass, confused. The wide brim of the crystal narrowed down gracefully to the elegant stem that was balanced between the waitress' fingers. The liquid was clear and there were thr...
A special note for my female readers: In this story there are four male characters who appear at different times and make love to our heroine. Please read these characters carefully and tell me if you had the chance to go to bed with one of them, which one would it be? I am sure you will enjoy this. Copyright Warning: I don't mind you reproducing and d...
I'd like to give a huge thanks to rnebular for again taking the time to edit what turned out to be a longer story and providing insightful suggestions, which improved the story. For the nitpickers, I'm aware Green Bay cheerleaders aren't as described, but took some creative license because I wanted to use them as the team in the story. Also, the one play tha...
Jack and Janie Janie Ah, middle age, that wide, flat expanse of no man's land between young and dumb enough to do it and too damn old to care if you do it or not. The salad days, as this fragile time between old and young is sometimes called or might be called if it weren't for the simple fact that the salad aint' as fresh as it used to be. At forty-eight,...
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,...
Everyone in my neighborhood would gaze at this stunning woman that lived next door. Raven had long waist length black hair, bright blue eyes, and was a size two if that. But it was those beautiful D breasts that caught my attention. I, like most men I'm sure, imagined myself buried deep within them. I was in awe of her perfect heart shaped ass, and the way s...
NOTE: Everyone depicted having sexual relations in this story is 18 or over, whether explicitly stated or not. Also, this part of the story contains non-sensual sex. If that offends you, please don't read it. In addition, this section became VERY long at 56 word pages. It has some redundancy with part 1, particularly when the same scene is being shown from s...
© 2009 All rights reserved "Chris, sweetie!" Lorna Kincaid bustled out the door as her son stepped out of his car. He stretched as he stood, giving his protesting muscles a break after the four-hour ride. "Hi, Mom," he said with a smile. He gave her a hug and had to bend down to kiss her cheek. Her head didn't quite reach his shoulder. "How are you?" she...
PART ONE: LOVE AND MARRIAGE Standing before the dressing room's full-length mirror, Susan Storm Richards regarded her reflection with critical eyes. After adjusting an imperceptible wrinkle in her skimpy garment, she placed her hands on her hips, and twisted first one way, then the other, finally rotating to study her silhouette in profile. Apparently sat...