Chapter 1 Have you done much speed dating? It's dumb really. But at least you get to meet women who want to meet men. That's something isn't it? I presumed that at least some of them would want what I wanted, but this turned out a bit tricky. When Sheila left me, she said it was because 'All you want is sex!'. I ask you. What did she think a man wants fro...
[The betrayal is over, the divorces final, more than twenty lives ruined and we've moved three times. The four of us share our lives and our beds. Carol and Jenny are bi and act like it. Mike and I enjoy loving them both. It has been a little over three years since Pat was served divorce papers.] This began as a Loving Wives story and included betrayal, c...
I'm 6 years old. A mop of honey coloured Irish blond hair with freckles where the fairies have kissed me. Whorish creatures they may be, given the unlikely spots I've found freckles; cheeky at the very least. I am hiding in a tree house, high up in what I call a lonely tree. It's a type of pine with needled leaves that whine and sigh with each lost breath of...
*Editing magic performed by Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *This tale is a bit tongue and cheek as well as kinky, so be warned.* *To be needed, or wanted. You decide* [SIXTEEN BLOCKS OF HELL] I leapt off the ground once more to do battle. Inside me coursed the greatest energy - the greatest sensation - I ha...
Hi all! I have returned in the season of pumpkin spice, renewed and invigorated! Are you a new reader? You're going to be confused, because this chapter is the beginning of the end of Book Four of HFHM. So much shit is about to happen, and I'm a slow-burn kind of writer, but hey, be my guest and dive in. Returning readers, this is it! What has the shadow b...
Dark Kisses – Black Magic Woman… Part I Copyright @ calibeachgirl and Jim Crowell All rights reserved, 2011 ********** Chapter 1: Surf’s Up I Got a Black Magic Woman… I Got a Black Magic Woman… Yes, I Got a Black Magic Woman… She's got me so blind I can't see… Kendra Smith stopped typing into her laptop and listened to David Christy as he once again exp...
A young woman sat on the bank of a stream, almost tented by a weeping willow tree, her breasts pressed to her knees, arms around her legs. She wore an over-sized, white tee shirt, baggy khaki shorts and sneakers. She had long, very full, light brown hair streaked blonde by the sun and always pulled into a ponytail, large blue eyes, a cute button nose and ver...
Author's Note: This story is an original work of fiction, the second in a series of stories expected to include several parts; it is recommended the reader first reads Part 01. Future additional spin-off stories starring some or all of these characters might also be forthcoming based upon response and demand. Certain characters featured herein may also be fo...
[This story contains coitus, foreplay, oral, and group play. I would like to hear from those who read this story even if you don't vote. I want to improve as an author and your feedback is important.] I flew United from Newark to L.A.. My flight left on Thursday afternoon about four hours after I got a call from the hospital in Los Angeles. The social wor...
(Thanks to Rey for his editing expertise) *We bleed for Love and Hate; both celebrated with tears* (9 days later) "So, are you anxious about joining the mile-high club," Echo whispered. I had to wonder about her need for privacy – there were only five of us on-board 'my/our' private jet. Michael Harrow offered repeatedly to let me use one of his air fle...