Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is...
If you haven't read Chapters 1 through 3 yet, I suggest you read them first to pick up details not included in this chapter. * * * * The phone rang and Dad said, "Sue, its Tom." Suddenly I realized I was only dreaming—Christmas was still three weeks away! I answered and told Tom, "I just had the most horrible dream—I was pregnant and it was Christmas Da...
CHAPTER 4.1: ISHTAR Going back home was both the best and the worst thing I could have done. Chrissy and I were finally able to reconnect with each other. It was the way it used to be when we first met each other. Maybe it's true what they say, that absence makes the heart grow fonder. We went out of our way to schedule a lengthy skype conversation every da...
A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for making this a much better read. This story could have been in a number of categories. * It's been over a year since I just walked away from my relationship of a year and a half with my girlfriend. Angie and I met when I was in a male dance review. I was twenty-two at the time. She seemed special to me. I guess I should go...
CHAPTER 1 The heat of a Blenheim hot and dry summer heated Micki (Michelle) Collins as apple orchardist Selwyn Peters spewed semen over her belly and breasts, grunting to end his toil in near-explosive feeling over the sweaty body of a female twenty-four years his junior. "Thanks." "For what?" Micki said sarcastically, her eye following the arc of the con...
"Alas! That all we loved in him should be, /But for our grief, as if it had not been, /And grief itself be mortal." (Percy Bysshe Shelley) To the people of Rosella Grove Mrs. Grace was something of an enigma. She lived alone yet she wore wedding and engagement rings and used the title "Misses." The window peepers of the Grove kept her under surveillance i...
To Prue an empty bedroom started feeling almost normal. There was the gray silence, the vast ceiling with its reflections of streetlight and leaves. She hadn't closed the curtains, nor had she closed the bedroom door. There was a draft tugging at her exposed chest. She pulled up the blanket, shivering. Her phone rang. She rolled to the side of the bed,...
Author's Note: As indicated by the title, this is a multi-part story; it will be easiest to follow by reading Parts 1 and 2 first. ~**~ Although his visit had been short, Uncle Ray's absence left an emptiness in Julia's heart. But in only two days Ben's friends would be coming for a hunting trip, so she busied herself making the cabin ready for their lates...
Author's note: I wrote this in response to feedback from readers asking for a shorter, one-part story. It's a little longer than intended, but it takes time to flesh out the characters and develop the plot. As always, your votes, comments and feedback are much appreciated, although I may not always respond to feedback for privacy reasons. Thanks for reading!...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everyone who's given 'JB' such good ratings and for the encouraging comments. And I must apologise for the several typos in the earlier chapters that I've only now noticed after re-reading. While on winter climbing holidays in the UK's frozen north, I once spent consecutive weeks in two lovely little self catering cottages - Jessamy...