I suppose if you live with anything long enough it becomes bearable. I don't even question the framed photographs of Matt's supercilious grin mocking me at the end of every day as I climb into bed. No, I don't like it but it has become a norm these past few months within my marriage to Judy. In fact Matt seems present in everywhere and in everything we d...
This story is dedicated to the memory of Dawn. Saturday. I woke up early as usual, about 5am, & saw Dawn's smooth back curled up at my side as she slept deeply. I slipped out of the huge bed and into the shower, and what an impressive shower it was with hot pulsing jets hitting me from front & back. The hotel staff had left my wash kit all set out from m...
Chapter One A glint of sunlight reflected off the executive jet as the sleek plane arced low over the sparkling waters of the Atlantic making the landing approach. The pilot pointed the nose of the aircraft as if carefully inserting his rod into a welcoming cunt, coming in low over the opulent mansions on Palm Beach. He identified the runway at PBIA, fault...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * Once upon a time, in a tiny kingdom far away, there lived a King and Queen. Now King Brent was a handsome man, a warrior still in his prime. Six feet tall, tanned and fit from sword practice, dirty-blonde hair hanging loose to his shoulders and piercing blue eyes looking out fr...
This is the second part of I am not sure how many. Part One introduces the main characters and provides helpful, but not necessary background. Thank you for your kind comments, and when possible I will always try to send my personal appreciation. I am just grateful that anyone would read my work. * I was learning to really enjoy the South. The mornings are...
It took several days for Beth to recover from her birthday party. Working with Anne every day only made matters worse as all she could think about was that incredible purple double-dildo that Anne had given her as a gift. While they had not talked about their time together very much —the store had been much too busy for that sort of distraction— both had ope...
Author's note: This is a Weis Kreuz fanfic and if you are unfamiliar with WK, you probably won't enjoy this story. Secondly, this is a male-on-male or YAOI story- if you don't like that sort of thing, you should read something else. Can't say you weren't warned :) ~~~~@~~~~@~~~~@~~~ He must have removed his clothes sometime during the night, but he didn't...
"This is what the mountain women look like? Fetching, indeed." The warlord descended the steps from his chair, standing up to his full height, well over seven feet, and stretching his wings to the ceiling to get the blood flowing again and then retracting them. He approached to the kneeling captive, grabbing her chin with a clawed hand and pulling it upward...
(I hope this story is not taken the wrong way and that it is enjoyed for it's tale and concept. The multiple comments of these critics inspired this tale. I did try to write this with an open mind but my eye's were sleepy and closing. Please feel free to constructively criticize this story and or vote the full spectrum but I warn you...it's laiden with gramm...
A memory from long ago, but still fresh and alive.... There is something pure and powerful about the pounding surf. An ancient call for peace and reflection; a symbol of mystery and adventure. As a child, I spent many summer weeks scouring the ocean sands. Exploring, building, learning, finding. Only to bear eventual witness to the destruction of the tides...