Foreword: No hot sex here, proper English used, BTBers please find another submission to read. Lots of psychology and reconciliation and winners are here - the reader is warned! All errors are mine. ***** The Saga of Joslyn-Jake-Tracy Joslyn Hullo lay on an elevated table mostly on her side displaying her perfectly round naked buttocks turned slightly tow...
Part One Kirk woke as the sunlight shining through the small porthole near his bunk swept accross his face. It was already warm and humid and Kirk knew it was going to be a scorching day. He pulled on his cut-offs and climbed up from his cabin to the deck of his catamaran, surveying the lines, rigging and wind powered generator with a practiced eye. Finding...
[Chapters 1 thru 5 can be found authored by Scorpio44. I apologize for the long delay before Chapter 6. No excuses.] Corine and I kissed and shared pressing our warm bodies together in my bed. When the kiss ended she said, "When I arrived I was in uniform. I was sent by Captain Evans to see how our operation was progressing. Captain Evans said I could autho...
I debated about what category to put this story in. I almost put it in Erotic Horror because it contains elements of the supernatural, but it's not scary. Essentially it's a love story about the ghosts that haunt us all. I hope you like it. -- e65 ### "I know you're going to love it here in Gilcrest Falls, Mr. Baldwin. It's a beautiful town." Craig Bald...
Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. This story is a prequel to the story titled "For Womanhood". It is not necessary to read that fantasy to understand the plot of this tale. The story develops the character of Lenia's leaving Giuliana and her lovers to re-establish a relationship. ***** When she called my cell I w...
Even if everything had gone perfectly, it was still going to be a shitty trip. After three years of criss-crossing the country, camping out in one drab conference room after another, eating the same awful room service in different awful hotel rooms, I was done. On any given week, my body might be in Toledo or Topeka or Tempe or wherever, but my mind was an...
It may be a perverted taste, but I love prostitution, and for itself too, quite apart from its carnal aspects. My heart begins to pound every time I see one of those women in low-cut dresses walking under the lamplight in the rain, just as monks in their corded robes have always excited some deep, ascetic corner of my soul. The idea of prostitution is a meet...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
PART ONE - NEW YORK CITY I wake before dawn, alone in my bed. I reach over, old habits die hard, but there is no tousled head on the pillow beside me. Not even a slight indentation in the useless fucking thing. I get out of bed and the memories wash over me. We’d made love, then fought. She’d packed her bag and left. Now the loft seems much bigger than...
(c) Dean Askin writing as Aden Kains Part one – Requiem For an instant Morgan feared he had forgotten the small blue velvet-covered box. It had rested atop the bureau for almost two whole years, waiting, needing to be dusted regularly. Then he felt it bulging in the pocket of his tailored St. George slacks and his mind refocused on Faithe, within reach ac...