Foreword This story is based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. If your normal meaning of an expression doesn't fit, run with the intuitive one. Story In our last Chapter Karen had arranged for Greg to stay over in the holiday house she shared with her family...... On the third night Greg stayed with us, the heat was re...
In the June when Melanie Johnson was twenty, she moved from the little mining town in western Pennsylvania where she was born to Washington, D.C. The jobs up her way were few and poor, and she hoped that she would be better off there. She was wrong, at least in the short run. The work wasn't all that steady then, with a lot of federal cutbacks throwing eve...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (0.3 min/mp3) * * * * * Rachel rolled over and pulled the duvet over her heard to try and block out the sound of rain pounding upon the windows and roof. It was Sunday morning. Her one day every week to sleep in while the kids were at her ex's. Don't get her wrong, she knew that we needed the ra...
I’m not sure when or how it happened, but sometime in our 15 year marriage; we had started to take each other for granted. It’s not that we stopped loving each other. It’s not that we fought or didn’t even get along with each other. In fact, we had developed a quite simple routine, which ran, for the most part on autopilot. As age crept up on us, we had take...
An Adventure of Silky "Silk lost it. Pls come home." The text message from Jessica almost reached enigma status. George knew Silk was short for Silky, one of his two daughters/ lovers/ possessions. Please come home stood out, Jess wouldn't ask if she wasn't serious. But what had Silky lost? Her car? Doubtful, but possible. Her nipple piercing? Nah. Her vi...
Amy lay in bed thinking of the day when she would get to hear his voice. For now, she only has the fantasy. "Maybe some day," she thought. But but for now, she did what she always does best, touching herself, playing with herself. Soon, her thoughts made her reach between her legs and touch her pussy. When she became wet, she tasted her juices. Slowing strok...
The ribbons and dollops of cum decorating her chest and belly leap from the surface of her slick skin and are sucked back into the slit of his ruddy, rigid, pulsing cock. The hot, white cum gathers quickly into a stream above her sweat-sheened flesh and rapidly arrows back into his prick, which he strokes overtop her while making slightly strangled-sounding...
First Wife Sharing (MM/F) Prologue (No sex) About us. I'm forty, and an attorney at a well–regarded mid–town Manhattan firm. Just shy of six feet tall, hard–earned swimmer's build, with neatly–trimmed salt and pepper hair, pale blue eyes that typically look out through a pair of horn–rimmed spectacles, and have been described as handsome on more than one...
To the literary purists -- This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. * This story takes place 15 years ago when I was in my mid-forties, with a wife and a pre-teen boy. We used to head to a lake...
***Well, I have come across a story I wrote YEARS ago and while it is non-erotic, I am not sure if it is really that good...If I took the time to sit and edit and re-write, it might not be too bad of a story, but for shits and giggles I am going to post it, chapter by chapter. I am not looking for votes or feedback, but if you feel it necessary to do so, fee...