A Blonde and a Bit of Stuff [Author's note: Sometimes you find something that was there initially and you have to go back and redo it. This is one such time. Samatha Uliss, aka Vicky Vice or Vise if you wish, had to be in this story so I went back and put her in. the next episode (#17) needs her, so she needs to appear here. Hope you like her if you read th...
The air was thick and hot as spiced honey, the sounds of the jungle ringing out through the dense, wide leaves that coated the forest floor. Above, the canopy nearly smothering the sun, birds singing in a chirping symphony, insects buzzing between the trees. One of the wide leaves was pushed aside, a woman stepping through. A human woman with pale skin and...
This is a story of an erotic encounter that turns into romance. There are some twists along the way before the confrontational conclusion. There is a fair amount of sex in this, a lot of sensual foreplay, and many other moments of pleasure. I would like to give a big thanks to fellow author norafares, as she provided the inspiration for the female character...
To refresh your memory here is how the fourth part ended: When we switched on the 'Third Eye' we saw Madhu lying on the bed and Rekha was pacing the floor. 'Oh Rekha Sahebji uncle is so handsome I am looking forward to be fucked by him' Madhu said enthusiastically. 'You may be but not me' Rekha replied. 'Why? What happened? In the train you were so impa...
I would have done the same thing if I was in her place, but the shock and disappointment hit me like the proverbial tonne of bricks. "Josie, we've had the same conversation every six months for the last two years! You need to take some time off as you have built up almost five months of annual leave and your long-service leave is in play too. You're having...
Rebirth. So oft talked about, celebrated in movies and literature. To be pushed again through that amnion and expectorated into life, refreshed and renewed. Was that what he was hoping for? That fateful night where seconds ticked by in acrid droplets that burned through the membranes of his memory. The one where his persona - that richly cerebral being, all...
This story picks up where my "Summer" series left off, so I strongly encourage you to read those two chapters before you begin this series. ~ ~ ~ "If I were all yours, you would still want me to dress this way around other men...even your friends?" That was the million-dollar question, and it had always been the defining element of our relationship. My v...
We still talked as much as ever but I missed her. Just being with her, her fantastic aura and 'joie de vivre'. During one of our late November Skype chats I told her about the upcoming Christmas ball that the school of medicine was running at a very nice hotel on the outskirts of Cambridge. It was a classy event without doubt, this was Cambridge don't forge...
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This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. I push boundaries and question everything and everyone. All my characters are flawed and have to deal with their own failings. Some rise above their failings, while others do not. Like real life. It's often a shitshow. _____________________________________________________________________ I take the p...