My thanks to Doug for lighting a fire under me (metaphorically), to Rich for some encouragement, but most to Seurat, who came out of retirement to help me finally get the words out. Since I like surprise stories, I try to speak more from the person getting the surprise. ******************** Jenny, part 1 -------------------- Mike sat in the SUV, his temp...
It was well after dark when Chrissie and I finally pulled up in front of my place. We were both hungry -- in both senses of the word -- and I was secretly deep in plotting a way to get the three of us together. I felt hopeful that Jess wouldn't have any trouble with it. After all, wasn't having a two-girl threesome every straight guy's fantasy? The real que...
Author's Note: I'm putting this one in Loving Wives, but be warned this story contains significant blackmail/NC/reluctance themes. I'm going for dark, direct, and dirty here, since I'm simultaneously writing a romantic series and enjoy the change of pace. This chapter is fairly short, but sets up a multi-part series. All characters are 18+, all rights reserv...
When the phone rang on Marsha's desk, she picked it up but barely heard what the client on the other end was saying. She'd been more than a little distracted since lunch, when she'd called Phil and told him she'd do it.... "Do it" meant appearing in a sex film he was shooting. Marsha had met Phil at a summer party thrown by her husband's boss. Phil took an...
The full moon swung heavily above the small mountain valley community. Called Gravid Glen by its occupants, the fertile valley was a lovely, quiet refuge from the hustle and bustle of the busy world around it. Cattle, the valley's source of meat and dairy, mooed softly in the fields, chickens rested in their roosts, grains and other vegetables whispered so...
The agonized scream that pierced the hazy somnolence of the afternoon was muffled in the thick carpeting of needles under the pine trees. Geran reined his horse to a halt, listening, his heart pounding. The scream came again. Animal or human, he could not tell, but it was close. He swung easily from the saddle of his gelding, tying it quickly to a convenient...
Long ere I spied the weathered signpost pointing the path to Taylorsville, I had felt that something was amiss. My aged bones were huddled against the freezing rain, and Old Dolly must have ambled down a wrong road somewhere past Statesboro. With my eyes tucked underneath the felt brim, I hadn't noticed. Night had fallen hours ago, and I could venture no gu...
"Go to the store and pick out a nice nail polish" her text commanded. She'd just gotten a professional pedicure a few days ago and the rich pearlescent blue looked so hot with her new silver toe rings from a recent trip to India that I couldn't imagine she would have me paint over them already. It's not my place to argue, but I was enjoying the blue toes s...
Oki is rescued. A special thank you to my friend Jim for his editing, without him, I am sure all my stories would be rejected. This is the beginning of a new story; the main character is Oki. All characters are over the age of 18 and consenting. I looked up at the dark grey clouds and the snowflakes falling all around me. I hate winter. The snow was alrea...
Note to readers: I haven't posted anything or even written much for a long time but even now I sometimes get appreciative feedback, asking when I'll post again. A few days ago I was searching on another site for literature on one of my favourite fetishes, and I found a story which looked promising. Right away I thought, "Wow, another author with almost the s...