The alarm seemed to go off far too soon. Switching off the annoying buzz I looked over at Belle. God, she was gorgeous. I could hardly believe I'd just been with such a stunning woman. My head seemed to feel okay after all the drinks last night. As Belle's eyes focussed and she gave me a sleepy "Good morning." I asked what she would like for breakfast (tea,...
Rosana blinked, hearing him but not understanding. Then his words sank in and a blush stole across her cheeks. She wanted nothing more than to lift her skirt and let him take her, upright against a wall or not. He was looking at her with heated focus and she could feel his arousal between her legs. She bit her lip and lowered her lashes while her fingers pl...
PROLOGUE Westoby Jones left his mates at the café and walked down Sixville's High Street. He was happy. The sun felt good and he began to whistle in his contentment. He didn't see the girl, at least, until it was too late. He knocked into her and sent her flying to the pavement. "Oh, bugger...I'm so sorry. Let me help you up." He entreated, reaching out a...
[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. In the course of getting to know each other, I'd helped her out with an email problem, and as a result, gotten access to her email, after seeing one from a friend of he...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 16—Agony, Revelation, Atonement, and Knowledge "How's the old man, Mark?" Jamie asked as he shook hands with his friend and embraced him. "I'll let him tell you, Jamie. He's in the wing down the hall. I'll take you." The two men walked together through the antiseptic corridor. They dodged gurneys and wheel chairs, squeezing...
I had several requests for more of this story, which was always my intent. You know writers though. Ideas spawn ideas, and suddenly, you've got fifteen stories in various stages of incubation. Okay, more like twenty, but who's counting. I apologize for making you wait. Thanks for reading, and please cast your votes when you're done. Send me some feedba...
The following is a work of fiction, and all participants are over the age of 18. This is a continuation of my previous story, "French Exchange", so you may want to get caught up on the adventures of Miss V and her former student before you tackle this one, but l leave that to you. I thank all of you who offered feedback on that (my first) story, and look for...
The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but n...
***** Bruised Ego ***** It was twenty five minutes after school and Sara leaned against Andrew's locker. With every noise she looked down the hall, anticipation in her eyes, until she again leaned her head back with a loud frustrated sigh. Andrew rounded the corner, and the young couple smiled with excitement as they saw each other. They came together and e...
Yes, I am back with a new chapter. I know it's a few weeks late, but here it is and I hope you will enjoy it. I also have some additional good news. The rough drafts of chapters 9 and 10 are written and I have several Word doc. pages of chapter 11. Note: Given how many jZav words I have been including in the text I am finding the use of multiple asterisks t...