You never know who you're going to catch up with when you put one of those social group pages up on the internet. Melissa, my younger daughter, made me do it. It was the only way, she insisted, that anyone would ever find me. I did it mostly to humor her. Tom showed up on my page a few months after I'd put it up. We'd gone to grade school together. He was m...
Disclaimer: I am grateful for Utamu who have helped make my story more readable. If there still are errors, then it's my fault. All characters involved in sexual activities in this story are of legal age. ***** When Mikhail wasn't with Bethany he took care of business. The show's producer Robert Miller had thought he could milk the young Russian for a l...
Amber looked up at the large wall clock. It read 4:55. Only five minutes until freedom. The boys had collected most of the scattered shopping trolleys and corralled them into one place. They worked on releasing the supermarket security shutters and fastened them to the floor. One customer, a rotund lady in her late forties, waddled passed them, muttering,...
Lucian and the woman he knows as Masumi continue their weekend in Tokyo. Things you need to know before reading this story: 1) It is long and will make more sense if you read Day 1. 2) Lucian thinks that Naoko's name is Masumi. 3) The point of view goes back and forth between them. 4) It does not have a happy ending. * He awoke to find her standing in t...
This story is about our adventure into the fascinating world of swinging. Chapter One For a long time we had discussed the idea of swinging. In bed, we would fantasize about what it might be like to take on a complete stranger..........or two.......or three! Many times I had been squirming under her face as she talked out loud about fucking a man and a...
Chapter One: New York City to Albany. The Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York City, circa 1971, was a very cold and sinister place to hang around, and I made it a point to spend as little time as possible there while waiting for my bus. I was 18 years old and alone, and while I had grown familiar enough with the city to navigate to and from my Aunt Ell...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 11—Winds of Change In Irish families a certain custom looms over hearth and mantle of every home. It is more important in some families than others, and is an oft-broken tradition. It is, then, the existence more than the practice of the tradition that quickens the Irish heart. It was largely because of this reason that Jame...
CHAPTER 1—Into the Valley It was late in the afternoon on a day in late August. Summer freedoms were melting away, which meant that things would soon get back to normal. A small sedan pulled over and parked on the side of the road at the crest of the ridge overlooking the village that was the center of the town. The driver shut off the engine and sat lookin...
"The Comeuppance" EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn Author's Note: "Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who supported 'Red Orchids' and wrote me to talk about the story. You're all the best. Special thanks go to miriambelle69 for her in depth criticism and editing." *** Henry stepped back from the door and gently closed it....
I'm in . . . ecstasy. In my semiconscious reality, strong hands maul my eager flesh, lips suck my oversensitive skin, warm breath fans my face, caressing my parted lips . . . and a demanding cock continues to thrust into my well-fucked pussy. A tongue seeks entry into my mouth and I accept it, allowing it to explore my teeth, my tongue, and the roof of my...