The group chuckled at their colleague's ribald joke. The youngest man had nervously opined about mustering the energy and stamina to 'ride out' the long weekend ahead. One middle-aged man chided the 30-ish judge's doubts. "If the riding gets to be too much, switch to being ridden!" Ned added his 2-cents: 'He and his friend were two decades older; how sho...
*The second part of the novellette. * Chapter 04 I woke up feeling refreshed again. Strangely enough I had both a warm and cool, firm yet supple comfortable sensation against my body. And then it moved. I opened my eyes to find her snuggled up to me, her head on my shoulder, and I was holding her in my arm as well! My heart raced while I tried to look at...
I was thankfully in a very relaxed mood that Halloween, probably due to not having to deal with trick or treaters this time around. My twins were spending Halloween with their mother. Although I missed them and enjoyed their company, I wanted to kick back and have some beer, not spend the evening answering doors when I was alone. I much preferred to do somet...
Our First Time. By Plain Jane Housewife Veronica. Hi guys. Firstly this is not an essay to be marked for grammar and spelling later. It is also very long, but like a good ride, it's worth the wait. This is my version of how I felt the first time we (played) as we like to call it. It does go back a good, well almost 30 years. I'm 51 now, and Bill is 56. At...
"For heaven's sake, will you please hurry with that door," Olivia whined, stamping her heel on the worn cobblestone for emphasis, "I'm about to catch my death, and this lantern is beginning to get unbearably heavy!" "Shush!" Greta replied as she moved on to the next key on the heavy iron ring. The thick key slid noisily into the rusty lock, but wouldn't tur...
Author's Note: This is the sequel to "A Soldier's Gypsy". This is a love story though it does contain sex. If you're into instant gratification, this may not be for you.I hope you enjoy the story, and please vote!! Feel free to comment or send me feedback :) --- She rolls onto her back and stretches in bed. Thinking about the dream she had the night before...
The dimly lit bar was smoky, huge, well organized and over-crowded with tables full of happy, boisterous people dressed for their 'Friday Night' drinks and socializing. Obviously, a popular meeting place in the Sydney Hyatt, the room was a constantly moving kaleidoscope of suits and skirts as late arrivals sought seats. Busy waiters dashed back and forth wh...
For those who have stumbled across this story for the first time, please be aware that this chapter may or may not have much or anything to do with the selected category. Many of the earlier chapters do fit more neatly into the exhibitionist area; please be sure to go back and start from chapter 1 if that is where your tastes lie. Now, standard disclaimers....
You come from Turkey. Somewhere in the east, I think. Your father is rich. He's in steel and owns a mine, or a mill, or something. He has always had money and you have always been spoilt, he bought you whatever you wanted. However he didn't always let you have your own way. He was strict and overprotective. He's quite religious, a Muslim of course. You wore...
The story retold, and introducing a Witch, some ruffians and rats, a Curse, and a Member of Unusual Size. Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Cindy, who was probably the happiest girl in the kingdom. Her father was a rich merchant, and he doted on her, spoiling her with pretty clothes and shiny bobbles. She grew to become a singular beauty and...