AN EROTIC PICARESQUE They were quite a trio. Three generations of one family: daughter, mother and grandmother. They were all three together when I met them. It was in a bar. It was unusual enough that the three of them were out on the town together, but then they were an unusual family. Well, Grandma; we're not talking wizened old hag here. This Grandmothe...
Day 15: Annabelle had never dreamed of sex really before, but she woke up during the middle of the night, glistening with sweat, her pussy dripping with excitement over a dream in which she was lost in a sea of chocolate-coloured men, their penises rock hard and all demanding she satisfy them. She got out of bed and went to get a glass of water. She had ta...
Jenny Nielsen stretched the long, languid stretch of someone thoroughly enjoying the summer heat. Rolling to her right, she grabbed her drink from the little wooden table next to her sun-lounger. She adjusted her position, sitting up a little as she pressed the glass against her forehead, savouring a brief moment of coolness, feeling the icy condensation on...
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Lindsey was sitting on the edge of a fishing pier at two in the morning, bawling her eyes out. She had caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend and her best friend's husband. Lindsey had passed out drunk, only to wake up and stumble upon Mike, with his head buried in Jen's pussy, and Bill plowing into him from behind. Assholes. All three of...
Nicolette looked up at the darkening sky. It never failed. Every time she even thought about gardening this spring, it rained. It was already late in the season for planting. She barely had anything in. The weather was not going to chase her inside this time, rain or shine, she was going to get these herbs planted. She angrily jammed the spade down into th...
Detective Samuel Spade strode into the large living filled with a white Victorian curtains hanging majestically over the window seats, two large couches book-ending the room and then a red blood stain and black outline of a corpse on the white virgin carpet. The police had followed their leads now he was following his own. This was unlike any case he had eve...
Along the High Street of Norwich there is a small book shop, not one such as W.H.Smith or Waterstone's, but more of the kind that they used to be when they first started out. It only has a small frontage and caters for the more astute connoisseur of first editions and those hard to find tomes of obscure writers as well as providing the service of finding out...
Redecorating wife decides that black is her favorite color Author's note: This story was inspired by real life. I was recently leaving on a week-long road trip, and just as I loaded my suitcase into my car, a workman arrived at my house. He happened to be a big black guy who seemed naturally friendly and smiled a lot. I led him into our house and introduce...
Note: This is the first installment of "Sandra and Stevie". It took me about six months to write this story. When I originally wrote it, I posted it as a serial. I still believe that is the most enjoyable way to read this story. That is the way that I intend to present it here. At times you are going to have to wait to find out what happens next. Sandra an...