Prelude This is a story of fantasy that bridges ancient and modern times - with apologies to any female readers. It's been put in the erotic coupling section, but there are several other categories which better fit some parts of the story. Please note that it won't make much sense unless you read it from the beginning. It's a long story, but there are juicy...
Part 3 Risky Business I did pretty well staying in touch with both my father and the Nordbergs. We didn't always have a lot to talk about, but it was good to see a familiar face and we seemed to connect better with the visual reference. Hell, I had no problem with seeing Kristiana. She was, as always, very easy on the eyes. The months rolled by and soon i...
Peace Corps Aid Station Senegal Africa The sounds of gunfire and explosions rock the make shift Aid station dropping debris on the frightened patients and staff that remain inside. "It's getting closer Justin," Michelle Ripley states while looking up the lone dirt that leads out of the station. Justin Busfield stands at her side looking worried. The Pea...
Story edited by Todger65 ***** One of these days, I'm going to smash my fist down that bitch's throat. God do I ever hate her. I'll work for a man any day. A woman boss? They're too damn bitchy. Traffic was a mess and it took me a good hour to go five miles. Traffic in Chicago during rush hour had turned the expressways into a parking lot. At last, I d...
This chapter begins the morning after the long Saturday spent with beautiful Za'ana at the closed motel, which had been the perfect venue for her sadistic urges and shit-obsessed sex games. I awoke at sunrise, my bladder full. Thin spandex straps surrounded my hips and occupied my ass crack; I remembered I was wearing thong panties. Taking in my surround...
"You're not packed yet?" Sadie looked up from her phone at the sound of her husband's voice. "Hey! I'm all packed except for a few things." She pointed to the dryer across from where she was sitting. "Two shirts and a skirt. I forgot to throw them in the wash last night." Her husband Will leaned against the doorframe of the laundry room, arms crossed. "Why...
Chapter 9: Crossroads Author's Note: I'm making up for the lack of sex in the last chapter by including two scenes in this one. Hope you enjoy! ***** "So do you think there's any chance Heron might let us keep a portion of the gold?" asked Greg with a sideways glance. "You know, as a finder's reward for the recovery of it?" Jack rolled his eyes as he beg...
It’s a stormy November night. The first real storm of the year with wind and rain and thunder off in the distance. The wipers beating back and forth trying in vain to keep up with the rain pelting the windshield. The road is dark and winding along the Santiam River. I glance over at you sitting next to me. You look fearful as the car kicks up gravel alongsi...
Saturday I peered into the rearview mirror and saw the familiar VW logo of Jenna's Jetta. Not that I was worried about her finding her way. We'd been driving this route to the beach for over 15 of her 20 years, so she certainly knew the route. It was pretty much a straight shot from Columbia to Charleston on I-26 and then a short jog over to Isle of Palms....
This story goes pretty much straight to the point and stays there, so if you're looking for an erotic novel with a slow build-up and lots vivid description, this might not be your thing. HER CHOICE The Setting My girlfriend and I were on a walk in the woods near my place. I had brought the discussion to something I had had in mind for a while; ending our...