"Bryan, you fucking asshole!" It wasn't the first time I'd said it. It wouldn't be the last. 'Bryan, you fucking asshole!' had sort of become my mantra in the days since my now ex-fiancé had abandoned me at Quarry Gap in Pennsylvania. Ok, "abandoned" isn't really fair. But fuck fair, he's still an asshole. *** We'd planned the trip for a year. We were go...
A note from the author: This is an entry in the 2007 Winter Holidays Contest. The story is a collaboration from michchick98 and myself. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. Special thanks goes to Daniellekitten, t0nst3rs and MugsyB for their valuable feedback and input on this story. Thanks for reading and don't forget to vote. "...
readyforprimetime This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story originally appeared as Melissa's Legacy, and was written around V...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is part of my Neil and Debbie series. Deb and I write our stories together. Her memory is better than mine, and I put the words 'on paper'. This narrative has elements of our real life experiences, occasionally spiced with fantasy. You might be able to guess which is which. The hottest action is near the end of the story. All charact...
As I pressed my white dress shirt, I started hearing the phone ring. It almost was a constant with my wife's career that every time we plan for a big event that her job would call and she would have to fly to the rescue in an effort to fix whatever "problem" they would have. This day was no exception as I saw her walk into the room and grab a pair of sweat p...
A few years ago, we went to Lanzarote on holiday. It proved to be a significant event in our lives and has led to numerous adventures that neither of us had contemplated before. I’m Robbie and my wife is Becky. At the time when this occurred I was 30 and she was 25. Becky is 5’5” tall, firm 34C boobs, a 24” waist and 36 “ hips. She has Mediterranean complexi...
Chapter 4 – A Jedi's Resilience That evening and the next day for Jacen was a mixture of exhausting physical training and passionate sex with Star. It seemed to him that the two of them did it everywhere – in the shallows of the river, out in the open by the fire at night, in both their shelters... Star was seemingly insatiable. She blamed her voracious sex...
The invitation was strange. Then again, she smiled to herself; he always did seem to do things a little different than everyone else. Her skin smelled faintly of lavender as she stepped from the shower. She toweled her hair dry. As she bent to wind the towel into a turban on her head, her face flushed at the memory of his strong hands blindfolding her in th...
The shelter was open until noon on Christmas Eve to accommodate Santas who wanted to give puppies or kittens to good girls and boys. Samantha had planned to give Archie a little while to decompress after work, so she told him she'd be there around 3:00. There was a giant mall just west of Denver, and traffic around there would be hideous on Christmas Eve. An...
Chapter 3 – A Jedi's Focus After a restless night of thrashing, tossing, turning, and rather lustful dreams or Eryn and Star, Jacen was awakened by the rustling of his shelter. He opened his eyes to find himself lying flat on his back, completely naked, his once again erect penis in the firm yet gentle grip of Star's hand. She too, was stripped to the skin,...