Shane Mashburn stretched his arms over his head, cracking his back and neck, looking around at the open water with a sigh. It was a calm night, or it had been before that weird wave of darkness overtook them a little while ago, leaving him shivering and disoriented at the helm for several minutes. The stars twinkled brightly, obscured now and then by the b...
The lack of natural sound was something Clayton always hated. For the week or so he was at sea, his ears were filled with all sorts of manufactured sounds. Whether it was the drone of the ship's engines, the fake laughter from drunken passengers, or the awful stage shows... it was all fake and manufactured. As he took a deep breath and peered out at the empt...
For my darling across the waters. Your passions are endlessly inspiring. To my readers, please leave feedback and vote if you fancy this story... Or any others as you see fit. Thanks and enjoy. Kisses, YLA. * I tried to make the class environment a bit easier for Winter. She was just one of those girls. I gave her more leeway about not answering questions...
Issue Four – Five Stories of Peril Prelude "Chase what the hell is this?" "It's my new piece," replied the vivacious red head, standing across the desk from her editor. She was tugging nervously on the hem of her denim half jacket, which she wore over a form fitted, black and white stripped dress. "Where's the damned Danvers piece?" he barked, scanning...
Best enjoyed if you read Part One first. ***** Our first week together was the most chaotic, unnerving, cataclysmic, sybaritic, sublime seven days I have ever had. There has not been anything like it before or since. Trina, upon my leaving that Friday night, my balls drained and frankly most uncomfortable, had made me promise to meet her at the universi...
**Author's Note: A couple things, just so I don't mislead people. This story is different from most on this site. Before reading this story, understand, it's not intended as a story with quick pay-offs. There's a whole bunch of erotica but it's mixed with horror. Also, despite the seemingly innocuous title and subject matter, this story gets darker and more...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
David Miller and his wife Mandy were an attractive looking couple in their late thirties. Mandy stood just under five and a half feet, with David nearly six. Though David had always admired his wife's full rounded breasts as being one of her major attributes, her tight muscular ass was certainly another which he couldn't help but reach out and fondle wheneve...
I am happy the number of people who love the wife-sharing genre is constantly growing and so I am not going to be put off by those few prudes who pass rude comments yet read the stories all the same... *** As soon as the Tenders meeting was over, Roger walked quickly out of the hall and took the elevator to the reception lobby. He had a sense of forebodin...
Twenty-three year old Callie Monahan was enjoying the warmth of a spring day in the 70's. Callie was blonde, blue eyed, beautiful, slutty and seldom wore a bra, preferring the looks her breasts received from the men she passed by while walking or running in Central Park. A former high school cheerleader, she was more than aware of her good looks and used th...