I saw her red hair first, a flash of color against the green and gray of the yard and driveway next door. From my bedroom window, I looked down. A green tank top tugged at a set of small, pert breasts. White shorts swished over long, slender legs and the tight curve of her rump. And that hair, that flaming splash of red in the morning sun... An ache sprea...
Ted Franklin was a guy who had it all. In high school he was popular with the girls. He was taller than anyone else in his class. He had a dark complexion and raven colored hair. His eyes were as dark as coal. He had a perfect smile with dazzling white teeth. His hair had just enough curl in it so that could be worn in a casual, tossed look. He looked just a...
Luckily for me—or maybe a little unluckily—I'd programmed my machine to jerk me back to 'reality' after six hours. The artist Chad had a pretty good life, but I didn't know about retiring there. I fixed the bug, but it gave me an idea. I'd been lucky so far, but jumping into other realities without a clue as to how to get along there was dangerous. The fir...
This story is about three people learning to try new things and being comfortable around each other. There is some casual interaction between the male characters, but nothing too heavy. If you're an absolute homophobe, this may not be for you. +++++++++++++++++++ I'd only been away from home a few months for my first semester at college when my Mother's A...
"So, what are you going to do for a living?" Vivian asked the young man who was visiting along with her son from college. "I'm retired," Paul Redman replied with a grin. "Uh, you're kind of young for that aren't you?" Vivian asked in confusion. "Yes ma'am, I am." Vivian's son, Cal, said, "Paul was a millionaire by the time he graduated high school." "Mo...
Author's Note: I'm putting this one in Loving Wives, but be warned this story contains significant blackmail/NC/reluctance themes. I'm going for dark, direct, and dirty here, since I'm simultaneously writing a romantic series and enjoy the change of pace. This chapter is fairly short, but sets up a multi-part series. All characters are 18+, all rights reserv...
As usual no descriptive sex scenes in this story. This story was partially inspired by Bob Seger's song "Night Moves" but mainly by a relationship I had while in college. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are welcome and appreciated. I hope you enjoy my story. I used her, she used me But neither one cared We were gettin' our share Workin' on...
Author's note: I hope you all enjoy my new story! It's been four years since I've done any writing so please bear with me on this one. All characters in this story are 18 or above. If themes with drunken sex make you uncomfortable, please don't read. Feel free to leave me feedback, or message it to me. Stay safe in these current times, and I hope you enjoy...
Even now, sitting in the cold and uninviting interview/interrogation room with CIA agent Kristina Bellman and her diminutive Asian-Canadian counterpart, Canadian Security Intelligence Service agent Victor James Lee, I can't believe some of the things I've seen and done. The tall pretty blonde American woman in the smart business suit fixes her steely blue ey...
Two lost souls, that's what they had both thought of themselves. John had moved to Charlottes Ville population 8.467, well that's what it said on the welcome sign as he drove into town so he figured that made him number 8.468. So far he had learned two valuable lessons in his adult life, the first was he should never have married the bosses daughter, the s...