The continuing life of David Harden. For those of you who know me from reading “Caught You!” and “The New Neighbor” welcome back for more. For those who are new to me, I’m a forty-six year old freelance graphic designer/illustrator. I work out of my home for anyone who needs design help. That’s why I’m heading through the door of Matt Allen’s place on this...
©2009AdrianLeverkuhn Once upon a time there was a doctor. A surgical resident in a big city hospital, he seemed to care about people, always had a smile ready or a hand out for anyone who needed him. Some people thought he was a doormat, that he couldn't say no to people and that everyone took advantage of him as a result. These people called the doctor a '...
Author's note: This one gets a little weird. I implore you to read until the end. Everything will make sense at the end. You'll see. Edited by: Todger65 Chapter 1 Mi'elle arched her back, her blue eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her naked, sweaty body was shaking, coming down off another orgasm. The campfire outside the entrance of her tent was st...
Princess Peach glanced up at the in-game timer hanging over her head. It was a constant reminder that, as much as she wanted to adjust her outfit, she just didn't have the time. Of course, the thought of pressing the pause button had occurred to the Princess, but that didn't exactly help much either. A flick of that switch and then the beauty would be left s...
Author's Notes: All persons in this story are well over the age of 18. This is a true story. It is definitely not a stroke story, so if that's your cup of tea, please look elsewhere. Names have been changed, of course, and place names may or may not be real. I'm offering it in Romance instead of Non-Erotic because there are a few explicit bits in it, but...
CHAPTER 1 It had been assumed Kerri Saunders would succeed her mother, in time, as the social queen of Falcon City. The Saunders' money was old money, made from pelts and timber and then farm machinery, chemicals, cosmetics and then the money gouging machine seemed to run out of puff, or was it steam, diesel or swamp water? It didn't much matter because th...
Our relationship much improved over the next week, by the end of which she would consent to share my bed at night, but we had not ever had vaginal intercourse together yet. Once she had avidly watched me fuck the cunt of a woman named Carole who had casually walked up to us and volunteered her willingness to join us for sex that afternoon. Irene insisted t...
Fictional story about fictional characters. (My version of S. 8, E. 8 "The Prom Equivalency") ***** Penny was behind the kitchen counter of her apartment making cocktails, awaiting the arrival of her friends Bernadette Wolowitz and Amy Farrah Fowler, when the door opened and they walked in carrying take-out food for everyone. Amy spied neat piles of cloth...
It's hard to describe my wife, Debbie. She was in my bed on our third date and I certainly wasn't her first but she is what I can only describe as a 'free spirit'. Nor, would I describe her as promiscuous because Debra believes that sex is as much a function of the human body as eating and breathing. However, as she, unabashedly, explained to me before we ma...
Part 1, the Loss Laura's view My discussion with Kathy was over. As far I as I was concerned the decision was made. I was out. Totally out. The account, the profile, the e-mails, the fake ID, and all traces of my involvement with this whole damn thing would be closed and/or deleted within the hour. We agreed that it would never be discussed ever again, a...