Zodiac Girls, Libra: Stephanie I learned about Libra women from a girl named Stephanie Bendennick. She'd tell me all about astrology while we lay in bed beneath her open window during the cool October nights, the window cracked so we could hear the rustle of the dead leaves in the trees outside. Stephanie was a Libra so I suppose she knew. Most people refer...
Note to my readers: In this Chapter, Sam begins to show something that I had not anticipated when I first created his character. I have enjoyed discovering this inside him, but not in providing the level of detail demanded by his authorship. Some of my readers, particularly the females (like me) would prefer a more abstract approach, but my male collaborator...
Daylight filters through her window in pale filaments across her eyes. She wakes with a low groan, her ears ringing with the sound of her own pulse. Awareness returns to her in a flood of sensation. The air is hot and musty with lingering scents of wine and sweat. Aribeth half-expects to wake in her own bed--a simple, spartan thing in her quarters undernea...
WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The a...
Glen arrived in high fashion at 10 a.m., early in my book. I had barely dragged myself out of bed and into the shower when the knock came at the door. I hopped out and wrapped a towel around me. I checked the peephole so I know who it was and then flew open the door. "Hurry, come in, I'm not dressed," I said ushering him into the room and shutting the door...
At 50 years and widowed, I had settled on the idea of keeping my life simple. I bought a small town home and lived comfortably off a healthy income from a business I had sold. No stress, no complications. No women. Which was fine. Then came the next door neighbor. The next door neighbor was a much younger girl who moved into the adjacent townhouse. She was...
"Are you done with your plate, Keith darlin'?" "Yeah, Kammie. Thanks." Keith Winslow had pushed his plate away after finishing his bacon and eggs to watch the hummingbirds joust on a rainy August morning. Kammie Smith took the plate over to the sink to wash and rinse it before putting it in the drying rack. She came back over to the table where the cripple...
[Note to readers: Hi! I hope you enjoy my first story here. Might as well get the hardcore stuff out first, right? Please check the tags before you read. Comments and feedback welcome!] Kate stared at the clock. This had been a monumentally bad idea. Watching as the hand crept closer and closer, her dread grew with ever minute strike. That's why she sho...
Dedicated to my one and only - I understand and accept the consequences of my actions, both good and bad. All during her day she thought about him. She pondered their relationship and all the turns it had taken and the way it had grown stronger. Her shoulders were a bit stiff from having spent a few hours in restraints. She tried hard to push away thoughts...
Jim Bob Jones was a true "good old boy" and fairly typical example of that uniquely American species Rutilius Collum (Redneck). He loved three things: Hunting, Fishing and Pussy, and pretty much in that order. His rugged good looks made sure he never wanted for Pussy and when not outdoors hunting and fishing, he was usually chasing skirt down at his local wa...