I've frequently received criticism that my stories are too long and take too many words to say the same thing. This is probably true as I do love the written word. So for those of you, this is my one attempt at writing a short Loving Wives tale. Edited by LadyCibelle. My thanks and I hope she'll continue with me for a while. My Mistake Yesterday I spoke w...
Ninteenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales I get the most wonderful and complimentary emails from loyal readers and avid fans of my fact-based erotic fiction. Sometimes, in my replies, I let my readers know of recent erotic escapades my husband and I shared, that did NOT become the basis for a story. I've collected these email replies here...
This is my first attempt in writing in this genre. I realize it needs some "polish". Critiques and criticism is welcome! ***** It was the night before my friend Brandon was to marry his pregnant girl-friend, Michelle. He had come over to my house because he had nothing to do. Michelle was staying the night at her parents' house to get things ready for th...
"Sera, sweetie, time to get up for school," called Seth. "What time is it?" I ask him with a sleepy smile. "Well it's 7:30am. School doesn't start for about an hour and a half, why?" Seth replies from their ensuite, peering around the door with interest. "So come back to bed then, or are you gonna make breakfast now?" I ask him with a smirk. "I don't kno...
NOTICE: Unlike most of my stories, there is no sex at all in this one. It is my entry in the 2012 Earth Day Contest, so please read it and, if you like it, vote accordingly. I also appreciate any comments readers care to make. * Jessica Graf, a 27 year old mother of a baby son, loves going to the park in her neighborhood and pushing Frederick, her four mo...
My editor came into my cubicle, all six foot plus of him, and said, "Dude, I can always count on you to be playing something from The Pussycat Dolls." I cracked a grin. "Always." "What is it about them, anyway?" "Dude, like you have to ask?" I started to launch into a detailed explanation. But he made a stop gesture. "Dude, forget it, I'm just razzing wi...
If Warren Cochran had been a little more cautious, a little pickier, or a little more suspicious, he would probably not have been in the army. The name of the girl who got him there doesn't matter, since she barely comes into the story at all. The thing was that Warren spent some time with her on a blanket in the bushes off the road, and she came to him tel...
Let's face it: sex can range from rape and violent or drug induced physical domination to the self-pleasures of masturbation. The difference between routine once or twice-a-week or month, plain vanilla sex (which is still pretty good) and fantastic sex is almost all in your mind. Certainly it's not for everyone, even within a good, long-term relationship. Bu...
Mona Dale lived on a small street in a platted area of Norwood. Most of the houses were the already-cut-and-fitted types that were popping up all over America. Mona’s was no different—a story-and-a-half bungalow designed with bevel siding and painted yellow. The main roof sloped down over a large front porch that boasted two potted mums on stone columns. The...
Britt Eagles found work clearing coffee tables and quickly established herself as an energetic employee with oodles of charm. The business owner, Harriet Baker, wife of an accountant and mother of two daughters at university, recognised the almost 19-year old newcomer was an asset and on day-three of her employment began training Britt to relieve at the til...