Ch.3 Due Unto Others The dull, morning sunlight made its way into the bedroom and washed the mass of feminine bodies in light. Naked, entwined with each other, they slept with the comfort of peace, finally sated in their joys of exploring their sexualities. The effects of the peyote had brought them past the thresholds of right and wrong,...
Author's note: Thanks again for all the views, ratings and favorites! As always, All Characters in this fictional story are over the age of 18. ***** Britnee woke up feeling like a Mack truck had run over her head and backed up and ran over her head again. She had trouble remembering where she was until she heard the light snoring of Lara sleeping next to...
This story is the third in a series. While it is hoped that this story can enjoyably be read alone, reading the previous stories will provide context and background. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. ***** Drew's mother was hospitalized again just before graduation, so...
Chapter 23 -- "Willow" Kim's homecoming turned out to be every bit as painful as her sister had feared. She did not bother to bring up staying at her old room in her parents' house; she instinctively knew it would be better to stay at Cindy's apartment. Now that her sentence was over, the older issues poisoning Kim's relationship with her parents resurfac...
I awoke several hours later and slipped out of bed. I threw on my robe and slippers and went to the kitchen. A ham and cheese sandwich and a beer seemed in order, so I threw it together and carried them to the patio. I munched on the sandwich and looked at the lake. I didn't allow myself to think. I wasn't ready to confront what we had done. Two minutes la...
Holly: Arabian Nights ----- Ned was preparing interim reports on the TWA website. He took longer than usual, stopping occasionally to stare longingly at his travel mate in the corporate jet cabin. Holly was a tall platinum blonde, flexible and athletic. Ned was escorting her on a transfer to a Middle Eastern potentate. She had volunteered for a semester of...
Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. This work of fiction is a product of the author's imagination and the characters, incidents or dialog are not to be construed as real. This story includes scenes of graphic sex and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. No one should publish or post this story anywhere else wit...
Told from the wife's perspective. This is one of my longest stand alone tales. ***** I remember this starting with Tim and I scarcely believing our good luck. A five bedroom bungalow on a deserted coast along the Caribbean Sea in Panama, close to the Columbian border. The price was a steal since it was the off season. Tim used a portion of his advance for...
My first submission of erotic literature. More will follow, should reception be positive. For Claire. Self Destruction. That's what I wanted. Release from being wound too tight; like a coiled spring, like a tensed muscle. I just wanted freedom. To let go, to breathe deep and long. I wanted to cry wet thick hot tears. I wanted to scream. I wanted agony. Pai...
In the Attic Spenlow thought of beautiful Marigold, and how she'd run her pale pink nails all over his cock as he'd been tied down. She'd be in one of her snug powder blue T-shirts, and licking her lips, tossing her long hair behind her shoulder, and he'd squirm, but be completely in her power. I'd started out with them fucking like rabbits, and then she'd...