I'm not sure what woke me up but as I opened my eyes I could see the first light of day filtering through the crack in the curtains. I rubbed my eyes and rolled to my left where I could hear the soft breathing of my lovely wife, Maggie. Once I was more fully awake I became aware of slight movements to my left and then realized that our overnight guest, one o...
Chapter Thirteen - You Outta Be In Pictures I was horny and there was nothing I could do about it. I fought the feeling all day, but could not get it out of my head, much less my pussy. It ached, my nipples were feeling everything that came into contact with them, and I was pretty much worthless. I could not keep my mind off of my desire. Nothing could keep...
The beautiful sounds of Shakespeare's words were like a talisman in her head. She'd made sure they didn't raise her heartbeat, but soothed her, helped her get into character, made her calm and feel the essence of Katharina. She was the cheeky, strong-willed and venomous daughter of Baptista of Padua and not simply another character within a play. Okay, okay,...
What will Donna Mae Trix get her girlfriend for Valentine's Day? Could a cruise be the cure for the wintertime blues? The continuing misadventures of Miss Anne Thrope. * * * Winter in Chicago is bad enough when you're a businessman who can get away to Palm Beach or Palm Springs. When you have to put on a dress and ride the bus to your cubicle every day, you...
The Head Office of 'Daley, Marchment and Hughes, Solicitors, Estate Agents and Financial Services since 1863' could never be considered a throbbing hive of intrigue, lies and deceit. Not until Grant Polanski arrived at least, Mrs Keach was sure of that. Polanski, fourth generation settled Ukrainian/White Russian was as English as it was possible to get. Edu...
His eyes caressed her legs. She drove a popping red PT Cruiser. Her knees were angled high in the car too small for the 5'11" woman. Her face was leaning forward. She held the top of the steering wheel with both hands. Her forearms rested against the steering wheel. He stole more glances onto the slender, pokey knees. The knees were parted to work the paddl...
August 1936 Jack Reynolds wiped the sweat from his eyes and stepped back. The afternoon was hot and he had been hard at for hours, least ways, it felt like hours. "What're you doing?" He started at the unexpected voice and turned. The owner of the voice was staring at him quizzically. "Working on my boat. What does it look like?" The girl said nothing...
Those of you who have read some, or all, of the previous parts will know what this is all about. In simple terms, it's is a story about doctors and nurses. It is a long story, we've already done five parts, a further five have been written and I have at least that number buzzing around in my head. So, I hope you have the stamina for Sammi and Emma and all th...
Interlude 3 The hotel encounter was 4 weeks in the past. She had recovered from the evening, at least physically. Her head was still wrapped around what happened, and she found herself day dreaming back to that evening far too often... She wonders what, if anything, is next. It is Thursday afternoon, back at the office after another boring lunch. She chec...
What the catalogue doesn't tell (A companion story to Careful what you ask for) Robert MacAllister studied the catalogue with meticulous interest, every now and then taking a sip from his glass of finest ruby port. It was to be the biggest sale of erotic art for years and he had his eye on several items. He had been an avid collector of erotica for many ye...