Foreword: READ THIS FIRST First, I would like to thank my lovely and talented wife for helping me with some of the finer plot points, as well as the proofreading of this tale. I love you, Boo. :) This is something a bit different than what I've written before in this category. It's also quite a bit longer than the tales I usually write in LW. This is also...
CHAPTER ONE: SUNDAY. An unexpected meeting in the cemetery. Tim Bloomfield put a sketchbook, soft pencils, stanley knife, eraser and pens into a plastic carrier bag, walked carefully down the stairs from his flat, let himself out of his front door tucked between a pizza restaurant and an estate agent, and crossed the road under a hot June sun to the entra...
Author's ed. notes: "From Russia with Love, Finale" is a sequel to "From Russia with Love, Part Dva." The central characters and storyline are developed there, so please read that story first. For the best read, start with the original story in the series, "From Russia with Love." My stories are long. They are usually slow burners with the hot sex in later...
"Come on... how do I work this stupid magic?" Tarquin mumbled to himself as he waved his branded hand in front of the bowl of water. Ne'shita had told him to summon her when he had specific questions about something, but it was the first time that he'd actually tried. He was standing within the room of a cheap, yet well up-kept inn. He had no idea how many...
"Murph really likes you, Tom," Bethany said softly while we walked hand-in-hand to her car. "He seems like a very nice guy," I answered. "And he obviously thinks the world of you, too." "He's a good judge of character," Bethany said as we approached her car. "Humble much?" I chided her laughingly. "I meant yours!" she responded with a good-natured punch...
This is an entry in the 2012 Nude Day story contest, so please vote. Honest feedback is always appreciated. Copyright Foolstop June 2012. This is a work of fiction. The events, settings and characters described here are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. For all scenes that depict sexual activity, all participants...
The drive from Marta's home office back to my apartment took only about half an hour. Fortunately, traffic was light. By the time I pulled into my parking space at the apartment, I was feeling surprisingly invigorated. Marta had found no plagiarism concerns in my thesis, and then in an effort to help explain both my 'gift' and the reason for Emily's aggres...
This happened to me in May of this year, almost two years after the CFNM party described in Caught in the Pool. I have changed names and some other details to protect the identity of the participants. * * * * * It was my wife who got it all started, about two weeks earlier. "How would you like to go skiing next winter?" Pamela asked as we sat down for din...
Chapter 1 Karen Hudson stood in the dense, dark green tropical foliage out of breath with perspiration dripping from her bikini-clad body. Her long auburn hair hung down in sweaty bands that wiped across her shoulders with loose, wet strands sticking to her large, white, succulent breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and swollen from the physical exertion an...
A bespoke story, written for an individual with their own dreams and fantasies. May you enjoy it as much as they have. + Rachel Monk looked up over her books strewn over a table in the library. "Hey! Where've you been?" she asked her best friend, roomie and study-mate, Sarah Suomi. "I thought we were supposed to be studying for that Economics final tomor...