Author's note; This story is a Romance, and the sex occurs towards the ending. Some might not like it for its lack of vicarious luridness from the beginning to the very end. The poem John shares with Rachel; "Autumn" belongs to Emily Elizabeth Dickenson, (December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886). She was an American poet. I chose it because it is my favorite poem o...
Snow Bunny Laura John and Laura began their vacation just as they had before, meeting in the city of Paris. He flies in from New York in America and Laura from Moscow in Russia. John arrives a couple of hours before Laura in Paris and anxiously waits for her at the terminal. He sits in the Brioche Dorée restaurant, having a light sandwich and pastry. Too ne...
"Hey, Clara! You are back!" "..." "Haha, still not very chatty. I'm so happy to see you. I wasn't sure you would want to come back after what I had done to you the other day." Lucy was definitely still friendly, and I was still unable to utter a single word because of my communication disorder. She more than likely knew I had a problem, but she did not ac...
Erin and her husband had enjoyed exactly one week of honeymooner's bliss before she had to ship out for the desert. And since absence at times makes the heart grow fonder, their longing for each other had only grown stronger as the months passed. Erin in particular had wanted to do something special for her husband. She knew how hard it would be for him to k...
Whitney was hot. The run down the slopes had been slow with numerous cross trail sluices to the side wooded areas, looking for the lost skier. He was an older man who had gotten separated from his family group. The younger teens had sped ahead in an impromptu but predictable need for adolescent exhilarations. He had lingered behind and was now presumed miss...
Please let me introduce myself. My name is indigo. i live in a big city where life is hard and danger lurks around every corner. Threats are many, but my hunger for pleasure keeps me constantly seeking new scenes in the night. i am a shy submissive and usually look for outgoing people with dominant personalities. My voice is quiet, and i only speak when it i...
NOTE TO READER'S: All people in this series are real. Snow White was married to a selfish and poorly endowed man. * * * * * Adrift in a storm of emotion, Snow White, overwhelmed by the birth of her new found sexuality ponders the forces of nature that led her prince to her door. True, she had long suspected that something was missing in her life - - but u...
It's Saturday night...the eve before Easter Sunday. Usually on Saturday nights like this, you try and get a good night's rest before putting on your best church behavior in the morning, hiding your inner wild child, silencing the slut that wants to come out so badly. But tonight, you're craving for something different. You're aching for a little action, so y...
It's cold. I put on my bunny slippers and walk down towards the window to part the drapes. Snow like cumulus clouds covers every inch of the street outside, icicles hang from naked branches bearing them down. Somewhere in the distance, the Sun has set, said good-bye to another day. On my desk, christmas cards still inside their envelopes, wait to be opened...
Everyone knows the fairytale story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. But this is not a story about Snow White the cartoon character, but rather, her real life equivalent. A dark haired beauty that was virginal, pure, kind and good that had yet to meet her prince. In fact, she was married to a toad for a very long time. In her search for that Prince, she li...