"What? Again?" Sandra's comment was more of an exclamation than a question. I smiled and shrugged. The woman kneeling at my feet in the bubbling water of the rooftop hot tub didn't stop what she was doing. She kept right on giving me the blowjob that she'd started a few minutes before. It was the middle of our week-long vacation at the Caribbean, adults-on...
Author's note -- This is a story about the intentional use of physical pain to manage emotional pain. Which is a thing that happens, though not usually in this fashion. I hope it's clear that these characters are in a longstanding, loving, mutually beneficial, S/m relationship. Nothing that is depicted would cause any significant harm, but is designed to b...
I am in the restaurant. I have been placed at a table that has a free table almost opposite me and all the other tables are full of a mixture of couples and a group who seem to be celebrating a birthday. When you walk in I know immediately that it is you; the fleeting glimpse of her new hairstyle is enough, but I also know from the way that both of you are s...
My local restaurant has a little secret. It is well hidden behind the walls. The walls are one of those irregular outlines of an old building that has over time morphed together with the building next to and might have the foundation of a building that used to stand there. It's more akin of an old European city, where the medieval inner city grew organically...
As noted in the first two chapters, people surprise us many times with unexpected kindness. Although there is plenty of evidence on nightly news that all is not well in the world and that people will rob, cheat and murder you at the drop of a hat, there are also the unseen, unreported thousands of examples where the opposite happens daily. Today, we have thr...
Every year National Nude Day falls on July 14th. That's a Thursday this year. Last year it was on a Tuesday. I celebrated last year but my celebration was inadvertent. It was accidental. This year my celebration will be by design. My name is Clarissa, I'm just your average looking, thirty-something girl with an overactive imagination and an underactive sex l...
CHAPTER EIGHT When Freddie got off the plane in New York, she was carrying all her worldly possessions in her two suitcases. She felt like she was coming home, and she hoped that she was coming home to stay. King and Alexander had told her that they would meet her at King's motel, so she wasn't expecting anyone to be at the airport waiting for her. When she...
Miranda sat staring out the window of "Le Bistro" waiting patiently for Taylor to arrive. The two hadn't seen each other in a few months and now that Taylor had come back to Korea the two had planned a reunion lunch at a cute little French restaurant. A waitress walked over and shyly asked if Miranda would like a drink to start off with. Miranda smiled polit...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2010 by Evelyn Faye Turner All rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof...
Part 18: Lay Your Hands on Me At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has...