Act one: Blindsided It was early evening and I was working at my desk. The Adult Boutique I owned wasn't due to close for another couple of hours. I was restless and wishing like Hell I could stomp on time's gas pedal. And that's when someone knocked on the jamb of my open office door. I looked up, surprised to see Dana, the cousin of an employee who had...
It's funny the little stories we can keep from our spouses for years. After fifteen years, I thought I knew everything there was to know about my wife and vice versa. We've never been secretive people, at least not towards each other. I think it's a hallmark of our marriage, we're honest with each other, all the time. We don't have to agree, we just need to...
This is a work of erotic fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are at least eighteen years old. Many thanks to icedragonmo3 for editing and expert advice. Any mistakes herein are because the author didn't listen. * * * Switched Chapter 4 Fresh Grounds Jessica Tawney poked her head around the corner of my sleeping cubby. "There you are. Wh...
Notes from the author: Hi everyone! Ever since I wrote Life is a Runway - which had a WWII element in its plot - I have been itching to craft a WWII war bride story (with a happy ending, of course: I simply refuse to write anything that is not corny). This obviously implied some serious research on my part and major adjustments to the mores of my usual prota...
(Intro) My hopes with this added -and final chapter to this story is to create a bridge into the sequel currently being written... Again... I write long and slow because I choose to and if this is NOT your cuppa'... then I suggest you move on and find a quick wank elsewhere... Again – again... All Negative "Anonymous" comments will be removed post haste...
Prologue "Shit. Feels so fuckin' good." "Please, please, please. Harder," the little redhead begged. We started pounding harder. "Oh, God. Yes," she squealed. "Fuck, man. I can feel you," I gasped. "Yeah. Jesus. Fucking close," Raine gritted out. I looked at his enraptured face and my balls tightened painfully. Shit. His dark eyes were hooded, his teeth...
This is a long story, a husband’s eye view of Runaway Bay, submitted by Crystal607. It can be read as a stand alone story. * My name is Barry. I’m a professional photographer in my early forties, with a stunning young wife and model, named Crystal. We live in England, and because of work commitments, we take our vacations during our winter. She posted he...
This is the second version because for some reason the first bit was reproduced half-way through in the original, sorry about that -- this should be it mind you... This story started as a single concept and kind of got away from me, it's very long but that's the way it went. A large part of it is by way of a suggestion that I have often written stories and...
After my Monday morning class, I returned to my grad student's cubicle in Hertz Hall to compile some notes. There was a sticky note from Dr. Keller's secretary asking me to pop in for a brief visit with Keller at my convenience. I walked up the stairs to Keller's office. His gatekeeper secretary smiled nicely and announced me over the telephone. "Go right...
Lumberyard Miracle - A tale of improbable love INTRODUCTION / IS THIS STORY FOR YOU? — This is a love story, and like many love stories it is about the unlikely odds of two people finding one another in such a huge world made up of seemingly random events and billions of people. It is a story that I hope explores deeper than the flesh and bodies of the cha...