The shower. It was our new bed. Oh, not for sleeping, but for making love. Yes, somehow along the way the rectangular plexi-glass enclosure had become our new setting for sex. We have been married for over 27 years now. Our sex life has been tremendous over those years. We've done a little of everything and done it a little of everywhere. Of course, we've m...
This is the first part of a series, thus Part I (duh). As with most of my stories I take time to build a setting. Please stick with it. Part II is in the works, but I'd like to know if there is any thing in particular the readers are interested in. This story involves a bit of cross dressing, a start of Sapphic love, the sharing of cum, and golden showers....
Author's Notes: I would like to make something known to the readers of any of my stories. The purpose of me writing these, besides the obvious, is to educate others of the truths of auto-erotic asphyxiation/breath play. The fetish has a horrible rep in the fetish community because of it's unfortunate association with death. I write what I write in proof th...
Alkan moved away from her, gently taking her hand he led her away from Anne Marie and her spent lover, leading her along the path they had just retrod. He took her round a corner and over a bridge that ran over a little stream, finally they came to the palace though not the door that they had left by, this was probably a servants entrance. Alkan led Lucy thr...
She'd been planning this day for weeks. He didn't celebrate holidays much, just marked the time passing. But she meant to change that. Holidays should be special, she mused happily. Valentine's Day especially! It's the perfect day to celebrate being alive and in love, a day to enjoy! He'd had to work that morning, but the evening she intended to be devoted o...
I sat on the high-backed stool in an irritated huff, blowing a strand of ginger hair away from my face and raising the fingers of my right hand to grab the bartender's attention. Not that I needed a lot of help getting noticed in my sleeveless, body-skimming sheath dress with a hem that stopped a few inches north of my knees. The garment clung to my hips and...
(This story contains scenes of both sex and extreme violence. Please do not read it if you are upset by either. The only actions portrayed I advocate are those of the hero and heroine. Incidentally, anyone who would treat a woman as the opening scene does, well, let's just say they get theirs.) The woman moaned. This wasn't fun anymore. Hands gripped her w...
Celine Beckman felt her blood boiling as she watched her husband dancing with her. Her meaning Nancy Goodwin, a tall petite redhead. It was at Gilbert Kendrick's home, friend of the Beckman's celebrating his new position of District Attorney. Celine's husband, Victor worked as a police officer and often the couple got invited to fancy parties and dances. Nan...
Fenton composed an email next morning, feeling like a man reborn after a highly physical night with Lisa who had grunted and groaned with him into their final climax around dawn before he staggered off home and went to sleep for another three hours. He emailed a message to all trust members but excluding their patron the Mayor. He was livid that their first...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Serendipity – Nicoles first day as Manager Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. T...