Paul glanced at his watch again. One thirty. They had already overrun their schedule by thirty minutes, and the crowd had, if anything, gotten even bigger. Thankfully the store owner was only too happy to things to drag on; the old goat probably wouldn't see this kind of footfall for the rest of the month combined. Ten more minutes, maybe. Things were going...
Scrip didn't get Marigold. First she'd asked him to bring home other men for threesomes, then she'd told Scrip, after a few session that she didn't want him to participate. Really, but to "just watch" which was fine with Scrip, as it seemed most of the time when there was a three-way. Marigold did almost all the sucking and attention on the other guy while...
At the age of seventeen, Jack Vincent had experienced a growth spurt during which he gained about five inches in height in four months. This is not an uncommon phenomenon in boys, but in Jack's case his skeletal growth was accompanied by an even more spectacular increase in the size of his genitalia. Jack's dick became a >>. Jack had a group of friends wi...
Becket Hastings hung upside down, suspended by his ankles. Becket's hands were cuffed behind his back, and he was utterly naked. This seemed to happen every sports season. Cinnamon, Becket's enchanting "platonic" housemate was a "sports atheist" and couldn't stand him running the idiot box, watching those damned games. At the same time, Cinnamon didn't wan...
This was my first novel, which I've dusted off after five years of neglect and presenting it to you now. There is a complicated plot involving loss of memory, innocence, guilt, deception and avoiding consequences of actions. There is basically a husband with 2 personalities and 2 loving wives; which one will win, and which f. There is a large cast too, so th...
It was eight years ago that I first met Lisa. I was in my early 40s and a new dad, while Lisa was in her late 40s, a bit curvy, with stunning blue eyes, straight shoulder-length blonde hair, a warm smile, and a friendly, outgoing personality. She was one of the teachers at my son's pre-school. Typically, my wife Sara took care of dropping our son Billy off a...
This is the ninth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude VI, Chloe ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a...
CHAPTER EIGHT: Jennifer at home "I've spoken to Detective Webster at the end of last week and she's told me so little about you," Alicia Knight said to Tommy, "She didn't think it was a good idea for me coming to see you while you were still poorly but I so wanted to. I hope you don't think it too much of a cheek." "No, that's perfectly all right, Mrs Knig...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this is supposed to be erotic fiction but it's difficult trying to shoehorn regular smatterings of sordid sex into a post apocalypse story about saving the world and keep it credible. Apologies for the previous episode being a bit, ahem ... dry. Hope this one, that begins days after Chapter 12, sates your appetite. I mean no disrespect...
I heard a faint cry this morning, predator and prey, and looked up at the sky. A bald eagle, I remember thinking – no, two of them – harrying a pair of falcons. A circling duel, a fight to the death playing out in the sky above my father's house, and my hands began to shake as I remembered all the other fights that played out up there. I drove to work, the m...