Melody Snyder was not a happy camper. In fact she was a bitter woman. Worse, she knew she was a bitter woman and the acknowledgement of such fact made her even more miserable. She had been a widow now for some five years and she had not had any sex in all that time. For the four years immediately prior to her husband's death she had had very little sex the...
*** The doors opened before them. They entered the spa area we'd commandeered. With every nubile new arrival I laid eyes on, I felt a slight pang in my balls. My sperm were multiplying. I swear I could feel it! I felt pressure increasing as their scent reached me. I felt the shift deep in my gut, the deep breath in my chest. I needed them, but I squeezed th...
-Hello All, So I plan on finishing this story by the next chapter. Thank you for the responses and votes. * Ingrid pulled her knees to her chest. She looked over at Blake. The drunkenness stare he had earlier was long gone. His blue eyes stared at her intently as she began her long story about her relationship with Chris. "I met Chris my freshmen year...
I hope you can forgive me for the length of time this has taken, but I am new to this and envisioned the story as much smaller. However, it seemed to take on a life of its own, as did the characters. I would like to thank tchr for the editing which went well beyond just fixing my truly terrible punctuation. I had to make major changes to the text after his l...
WARNING TO NEW READERS TO THE SERIES - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically and therefore new readers should start reading at NOVELS & NOVELLAS > The Touch> Chapter 1 –...
Here is the next chapter of Amelia and Andrew I hope you enjoy it. I would like to thank Kalamazoo707 for all her hard work editing this chapter. Thank you for reading my offering and please take a moment to vote and comment. * Andrew decided to take the ninety five through the new tunnel. He would get off at Pulaski Highway and then take that into Phil...
Author's note: I've changed the names of the actual people and places for everyone's protection, and I've been deliberately vague about a few dates. You'll soon understand why that is necessary. Not everyone believes in the incredible power of real love, and that's likely the reason so many settle instead for so much less. If the people who work with me figu...
My husband and I were sitting in a limousine heading for luxurious accommodations on a cruise to the Caribbean for a honeymoon trip. Unfortunately reality and that statement are a bit at odds. Actually, we were on a bus described as a limousine - a nice bus, but still a bus. Our cruise accommodations actually involved an inside cabin and we called it a "dela...
This is approximately the half-way point in the story. If you want the complete version you may e-mail me and I will forward it as a Word document. Jack was right. The C.O. listened to his excuse and as he had heard a thousand just like it, confined him to barracks for fourteen days. The next two weeks were a mixture of torment and exhilaration; torment,...
This is a sequel to What Happens Here, Stays Here. However, it can also be read as a stand alone story. What Happens Here, Stays Here is a college sex romp, if that if not your type of story I suggest just reading Life Doesn't Go as Planned. February 2006 John Baxter I don't think I am love in with Carey. The friends with benefits relationship we had f...