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...
I wasn't sure which category to put this in. It could have fit in IR, Romance, First time or even Mature. In the end I chose mature since it's more about a boy falling in love with his older wet nurse than anything else. I hope you like it. ***** To me she's the epitome of a woman, and a woman she is in every sense of the word. At 5'10" she's taller than...
Author's Note: This is my entry for the 2019 Halloween story contest, inspired by the Scottish Ballad Tam Lin. I hope you enjoy it. Please vote! Thanks for reading. *** At the end of seven years She pays a tithe to Hell I so fair and full of flesh I fear it be myself - As the sun set, Maggie sat on a stone bench that was tilting to one side and thumbe...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* At age forty seven, Helen Mouton was unprepared for her husband's announcement that he had fallen out of love wi...
This is a continuation of Weekend at Brianna's, (don't you love the allusion to Weekend at Bernie's) and the conclusion of Scott's sale of his slaves. This chapter contains lesbian sex, public sex, oral sex, and regular sexual intercourse. No STD's exist in this fantasy world. Ch 35 - Weekend at Brianna's, Pt 2 ***** SCOTT What the fuck had just happened...