The story is winding down to its denouement. The lesson is that decisions always have consequences, good and bad. And in this story all of the chickens are starting to come home to roost. The ironic part is that; as we live our lives we make decisions about the results of prior decisions. So it seems like we exist in this Frostian network of endlessly branch...
This is a crime thriller with romantic sex, and a smidgeon of violent non consensual sex and interesting by-play between various characters whom I hope you'll enjoy. Definition of a Sociopath -- someone unconcerned about the adverse consequences for others of one's actions and with a total lack of moral compass. * Ben sat rubbing the back of his neck whil...
I blushed and laughed out loud. "You don't know how much you have boosted my ego. Now I can add that to my story of how I undressed a porn star and she told me I had a nice cock." Luka giggled up at me and ran her hand back down over my chest and towards my abdomen. I grabbed her hand before she could go any further. "Err ... Luka ... I'm not sure that is...
(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. All characters are 18+.) My grounding was over starting tonight. Not that it really affected Brittany and I very much. Not a day had gone by that I hadn't had sex with a hot classmate asking for private tutoring. That's not even including the antics I got up to in the r...
I’m still not sure how or why we ended up together. I do know that I acquired Maggie the way one acquires a lost dog, tail down and eyes desperately searching for a new master. We ended up at the same party together, and if we would have taken the time to find out, she was probably the friend of a friend of a friend. Some distant social relation that only ha...
Author's Note: My last story was written just for fun, and was entirely fictional. Now it's back to reality, and my reality has changed a lot. My husband is now aware of my "indiscretions," and has taken an active role in my handling, along with his father, who was a former lover. Thinking back over the last couple of years or so, I'm reminded of how this al...
A note: This is a restart of Aeowyn, a story I published a couple of weeks ago. I tried to do a lot with it, and it fell apart quite quickly. It definitely wasn't ready for publication, although I think a few people were very supportive. This version has some fundamental changes and hopefully will come across better. I'm no longer trying to link it to other...
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS Anhedonia plagued him at the oddest times. Often, and especially, on Sundays. As Oliver stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him with a twist of the expensive lacquered doorknob, he realized that not a single person had asked him a question about himself in sixty-eight days. One more day and a grim numeric milestone...
© 2019, Ribnitin For April Day 2019 contest Eleven was kind of late to start a party, but that's when my evening shift finished. Robert had been on days, so everything was set up: the wine, the whiskey, the snacks. It wasn't an elegant affair, but it was important. Today had been my last shift after thirty-five years as a nurse. My farewell party was at Ro...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions...