I'd always hated the thought of going back home to Kansas. After five years travelling with my work my contract ended and left me with enough cash to just relax and live off the small income my writing brought me. I'd grew up in a really small town that had very close relations with the nearby Native American reservation and they had decided together to shun...
When Albert Hiribango was told that there was an American tourist in his town who was looking for a lift to the capital, he initially had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he felt it was his Christian duty to give a helping hand to anyone in need, and he knew there were many out there who would be less ethical than him in extending this hand. On the other han...
True to her word, Miranda made sure Josh/Lori ventured out in public some more before his teaching duties resumed. The butt plug was frequently inserted, and when Lori asked why, Miranda remained mysteriously opaque about it. Lori was becoming more accustomed to the sensations down there - sometimes pleasant, sometimes a turnoff. After the movie (and the w...
I can hardly stand it. My wonderfully beautiful child bride is finally going off on a nite of adventure with a totally loving wife/slut/sub/slave attitude. My goodness, that is a lot of things to be at any one time, much less all at once. When anyone of them are absolutely wonderful in themselves. Loving wife; how lucky can a man be? Slut; again, how lucky c...
Naked, Rebecca stood in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom. "Fifteen years," she said to herself. "Fifteen years ago today I graduated from high school. The class of 1969" She looked critically at herself. She was still slender and was more attractive than she had been in high school with character lines making an ordinary face interesting. He...
Camille Charmane Jackson was the name given to me by my dear mother. I later had my last name legally changed and took my father's name. I was born in 1937, in my parent's house in the northeastern coastal region of Florida. My father was a white businessman and my mother his black lover. Our lives were strange to say the least. Mama lived with my father and...
This is a work of fiction. All fictional characters engaged in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. While fiction, the genesis of this story was a loving tale told by what would in the story be Stella's unnamed little sister, about two people who made considerable sacrifices for her, and her siblings behalf. I was only given a bare outline, but th...
Mike looked at his watch reluctantly. It was Sunday evening, 5:15. He promised he would be at the church at 6:00 for Mass at St. Mary’s Catholic Church. His best friend, Dane had spent the past year converting to Catholicism and tonight he would finally be accepted by the church. He had met a lovely Catholic girl and wanted to be able to have the church wedd...
Chapter Seven Cathy's Sacrifice: Not everything was perfect. One evening Cathy and Steve were cuddling in the bedroom. It had been a light day, nothing momentous had happened. Cathy was wearing a red two piece baby doll nightie. It looked really cute on her. The shoulders, top, and sleeves were made of the softest billowy pleated pieces of dyed taffeta, a...
A Note To My Usual Readers: Although I have submitted up to this point nothing but erotic stories, I have always been more invested in the telling of stories more than the sex. Sometimes I think I succeeded, and sometimes I failed, but I always learned from my every attempt. In this story (a simple short story), I depart from my usual to write a non-erotic s...