copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved 2011 Venice, California Tuesday, December 8th, 1931 James Ewart drove north along the coastline to Albert Kinney's vanishing dream. Venice, built with such fanfare twenty-five years ago had become nothing more than the backwash of an oil field. In 1930, amid much enthusiasm, the Ohio Oil Company struck oil....
When Janna got home, she took a quick shower and then sat on the couch, hoping that Mary would be with her soon. She had enjoyed the day today, but she looked forward to coming home to Mary all along. It must have been thirty minutes when the door opened and Mary walked in. The two women hugged each other and kissed letting each other know that they have...
She had shoulder length blond-brown hair that the sun had bleached to almost platinum on the top. Her body was slender with curves that were sweeping rather than dramatic and she had just a slight swell of a belly that added to the allure in the same way that a slightly asymmetrical rose seems more real than one that is perfect. Her eyes were the blue-green...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
Not much sex in this story. If you are looking for something erotic to read, you may want to pass on this one. This story is more about dealing with a cheating situation. It could have been Non-erotic or Romance. Thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for always making my stories a better read. DG Hear * Since the invention of the Internet, l...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *When our ancestor committed the first murder, was it rage, or fear that drove them to the deed?* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologiz...
Chapter 12 – Storming Hanover After the meeting with the local powers of Siemens, Lars walked me to the car. I had the Mercedes, with Russell driving. Loaning me Russell was the sort of generous gesture I learned to expect from Sheila. I was also glad she sent Christine, who makes a great human comforter. It was good that I did not yet know about Lars' tran...
The Guilded Lily Ch. 16: Building. * * * Jock Bain. We were sitting in the kitchen, at the breakfast bar. Cindy had cooked a quick brunch for us after our bout of morning sex. I smiled at the sexy woman beside me, "They say life begins at forty. Well I'm a couple of years past that, and you've got a couple to go, but I think our lives start again today."...
I was blissfully enveloped in my "happy place." Most people's thoughts go to their "happy place" in time of desperate need to relieve the stresses of their normal workaday lives. But, I'm one of the lucky ones. I get to live in my "happy place" whenever I want. I spent the first half of my career positioning myself for my current lifestyle. I have my own...
Warning: This story contains elements of non-consent and BDSM, in addition to the adultery. If reading about these subjects bothers you, then choose another story. Thank you. I've been married to Susan for just over twenty years. We have an eleven-year-old son, Mark. I admit, I haven't been completely faithful to her. Once, almost five years ago, I was on...