It began like any other late July day in southern Georgia. Warm, but mostly humid. It didn't help a young college aged woman named Lisa Stene that she lived in a backwater called Homerville of all places. Not unheard of, but off the beaten path of the metropolitan centers like Waycross, Homerville was mostly woods and marshes. It was mostly a quiet place, no...
Highland Games (Part 4) ----------- Friday, 25 September ----------- "So is anyone else coming this evening?" Florence asked. "I don't think Wicklow is. David says he's become a bit obsessed with chat rooms on the internet," Jo replied, draining her glass of white wine. "Wicklow's obsessed with internet chat rooms?" Florence said, a little surprised. A...
He'd made love to her a hundred times. He'd held her, opened the delicate seam of her lips with his tongue; delved into the mysteries of the sweet fire in her mouth as no other man had ever done. He'd had her on the stairs; the kitchen counter, in the gazebo during a hard summer rain. They'd taken long, luxurious baths together, laughing in the bubbles unt...
Thank you for reading my series, 'Tom & Sue John & Debbie.' If you haven't read the previous chapters 1-9, please do so before reading this chapter. Otherwise, you're going to miss a lot of the details as each chapter builds on the previous chapter. Chapter 10, gives the readers a 'hint' as to what will happen to the fictitious characters as they continue to...
Jason was a local boy, although not from Vermont. He was from Elizabethtown, just across the lake in New York State. He was a bit of a jock. Not the stereotypical ignorant muscle-bound fool, but a true lover of physical exertion. He had played football in high school and was an alternate for the college team, although his true love was skiing. He pursued his...
This is a story that a friend wrote then asked me to review and submit for him as he is afraid he might be discovered. I ended up adding a fair amount to it as well as editing, so I guess you could say it was a joint effort and we are co-authors. ***** I'd had my suspicions for a while. The idea of my wife spending time with another man gnawed away at me m...
A middle-aged couple's fantastic journey from a married middle-class existence to the liberation of sexual serfdom. Part 1 – CHANGES I. Passion is an intensity of emotion that lets you know you're really alive – not just on auto-pilot. My life is satisfactory. I am generally happy; I love my wife; our standard of living is more than adequate. I am, mo...
Author's Note: Originally there was much more to this story, but as I began to write, the word count grew much higher than I anticipated and as a general rule, I like to have no more than 3 pages per story. Therefore, I only included a portion of what I originally intended this story to be. So if there's any interest, another chapter may result. As always, v...
"Wow, its starting to pour." Amy said looking out of the kitchen window. 'How appropriate' I thought to myself. It had been one of those dreary suffocating fall days that drowns your psyche. I was already a bit out of sorts. I had met Kate at the "Werks" earlier for our "Saturday" conversation, but she hadn't been her normal self. She was polite as we chatt...
When I heard that we were being treated to a rare visit from my mother's sister, I wasn't exactly overjoyed. In fact I positively dreaded the prospect, even though Aunt Doreen was just passing through, on her way to stay with a friend in Canada, and we would only have to put up with her for some twelve hours or so. She was catching an early-morning flight, a...