Kimberleigh Leighton was a thirty-nine-year-old, single, never married, very attractive woman, who was still waiting to meet Mr. Right. Her love life in the past had been a horrible mess. She had gone through one man after the other, hoping for that elusive chemistry to flare up, but it never did. Since college she'd had twenty-four lovers, most of them she...
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I was about to make the call, when I had second thoughts. The problem wasn't the GBI, it was the local cops. The GBI would not get involved without the locals being first on the scene. The locals could spin it anyway they wanted, and we could come up looking like crap. Still, moving bodies and all the rest was bound to come back and bite us on the ass. I we...
Stretching as discreetly as possible, Francoise packed up her sheet music and turned her attention to cleaning and disassembling her flute and putting the three segments in their appropriate slots in her flute case. She had spent the evening with four fellow musicians, their quintet having been hired to provide the music at a holiday gala being held by one o...
Copyright© 2008 by Denham Forrest (The Wanderer) * Although there is some mention of violence, murder and even rape in this four chapter story. It is completely devoid of any intimate sex. Clarification:- DHS in the UK, historically stands for the Department Of Health and Social Services, that was charged - among other things - with handing out cash to th...
He was lost to the fire, in the dance above the embers. Lost in that glow -- pulsing red tinged with black and white -- feeding ascent, always to the stars, force always dissipating. A snapping sound, pulled from the trance, and he watches sparks lift in the twilight, climbing towards fronds leaning from the trades. He saw them then. The girl -- no, a woma...
Author's Notes: Once again, welcome back to my story, my faithful readers! Thanks for hanging with me, and especially to all of you who have taken the time to comment or send me feedback messages. I have received a number of suggestions of potential future characters, and I'm looking at ways to work them into the story in future chapters. This installmen...
This is the third of a four part story involving two confused sisters and an equally confused young man. ++++++++++ Sunday, December 23rd 2012 Since the day Marty and I made our final split, the day I watched as she drove back toward Hagerstown with Virna her sister in her car following I'd been working to put my life back in order. The fall semester was...
I groaned. I couldn't help it, I tried to stay silent but the pain was too great. I heard a snigger, then the agony increased. Sweat poured from my brow and I started to hyperventilate. All I had done was suggest to my wife of thirty years that we spice up our sex life: Try something new, maybe buy some toys or go to a nudist resort. Nothing extreme -- no e...
The morning breeze wafted into the three occupied bedrooms in their suite. Aleka was wrapped around Rashad's hard body while Diane and Michelle nuzzled Chris' spectacular frame. Both women were becoming addicted to the monstrous pipe between his legs. Lori was lovingly bringing Jamal to life with the softest and sweetest of blowjobs. Her lips smiled around...