Bruges,(or Brugge as it spelled in Belgium) is pronounced Brooshz. It is an enchanted city and the inspiration for this story. * The streets of Brugge were quiet. Summer had settled in, and a blazing August had sent many Belgians to the shore in Oostende for holiday. Jillian Treger could hear the click of her heels echo on the centuries old cobblestone....
Shane, my precocious brindle lab pup, dashed off of his leash and he sprinted, happily panting, towards the object of his desire. The Doggie Play Park, half-full this Spring afternoon with canines in full playground mode and mood, had become his personal Mecca. I stood on the perimeter, watching, as the various breeds went through their curious introductory...
This is Chapter 9 in this story, and it'll make more sense if you've read the previous chapters. I'm sorry this part is so short. The day job is overwhelming this time of year, and I didn't want to hold off submitting this any longer than I have. I hope to get Chapter 10 in by end of this month or beginning of next. As always, I thank you for reading, and I...
First off, thank you all who have replied with feedback. I really appreciate it. Next up is the standard disclaimer. This is a story for adults, those 18 or over. The names have been changed to protect the horny and this is purely fantasy. I WISH I had sis-in-laws that were this open to having sex with me. Enjoy. * * * * * Leslie hung up the phone and tur...
Authors note: As very special favor for some very special friends, I've been asked to resubmit a couple of my older stories once listed under Thesandman. It is not my intention to submit all or many of my older works, but for those who have truly supported and appreciated my writing over the years, I have relented to do so. Additionally, I will not turn voti...
All content of this story is copyright {2014} by Returning_Writer_Guy and is my intellectual property. This is purely a work of fiction and fantasy and not based on any truthful events. No individuals were harmed as none of the individuals in these stories exist. This story is not to be redistributed under any circumstances without my express written permiss...
The black janitor, Carl, who had been fucking my sister-in-law, Liz, at the high school she worked at, had come up with a great idea to be able to also start fucking Liz' hot friend, Lydia. That Lydia was unknowingly the mom of a cheerleader at the local junior college that Carl, and his young associate, Owen, had been fucking for quite some time, was just i...
"I thinking about divorcing Nicholas," Nessa Simons told her best friend as she mulled over whether or not to have a third glass of wine. Silvia Ford immediately shot up in her chair, nearly spilling her second glass of a lovely Chablis. "What are you talking about? I've always thought you had a wonderful marriage, Nicholas is so loyal and rock-steady." "H...
Author's Note: Fair warning, this and the next chapter are not sexy. At all. Shattered -- The sun was already setting over the Imperial city, the tall stone towers and encircling walls causing the darkness to set in earlier than outside. Sigismund and Silvia were continuing their search through the city, but as of yet finding nothing of importance. T...
François Renard was a stagehand and handyman at the theater of the Ballet De Paris. He was a huge man, almost seven feet tall with wide shoulders and hands large and strong enough to crush a coconut, but he was very gentle giant. Most of those who saw him thought he was slow witted because he seldom spoke. Also he had a foolish smile which came out any time...