This is Part 1 of the third chapter in a series. The characters and their situation were developed in GINNY LAYS HER CLAIM, a previous chapter. For continuity, it’s best to read that chapter first. Many thanks for your votes and supportive feedback. I’d known my 20-year-old future daughter-in-law Ginny for a couple of weeks. Our brief relationship had bloss...
Authors note: This story represents something I might like to happen. The thing is it would be nice if I could find someone likeminded I already know to experiment with rather than having to meet strangers and so forth and that more about me personally. Here is a story about how it might occur. I am actually going to get very autobiographical here and I have...
It was a cold, wet, and windy day, miserable by anyone's standards, to make matters worse, as Trina drove into the car park she heard the train pulling out. Glancing at her watch she realised that it had arrived early, and knowing that she did not have the time to park and lock the car, knew that with the best will in the world she could not get to the stati...
I drove my dad's old car- which sucked because he had cheap taste. It was a dented, light blue Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera, only about a thousand years old. He said owning an official "Piece of Crap" first car built character, and he often pontificated how high school kids driving brand new sports cars and SUVs could only grow up to be major league assholes. Of...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. If you had been to the unnamed places, you would recognize them. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here invol...
The day Henry P., a client turned a friend of mine showed me what he called his secret cookie jar, which turned out to be an album or a portfolio of sorts, my own secret life began. For a long time, I could not shake off the disgrace that plagued me when the new interests and fascinations invaded my life. Each wave of guilty pleasure, dwarfing any prior sexu...
There weren't many places to hide in Fort Pratt. A little town of thirty thousand out in the east Colorado prairie, Fort Pratt didn't have the teeming crowds you could lose yourself in. There weren't subways and buses you could use to disappear. There weren't any mazes of back allies where nobody looked. If you wanted to get away for a tryst, you went to t...
Many thanks to Literotica author 'englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author 'KY r...
I felt the butterflies as I crested the old familiar hill and saw Elmwood spread out across the prairie. I was still several miles away from my exit on the interstate, but in this part of the country you can see a long way, especially from a high vantage point. For the most part, it was just as I had remembered it. There was the chemical plant on the south...
When my publisher called to ask me about going on a book signing tour, I was hesitant to accept the offer. Since it also included several live radio appearances, I was even more skeptical. The book signing appearances paid very little, although travel and accommodation expenses were covered. I wasn’t sure if I could handle being interviewed on live radio....