Sarah was curled up on the couch in the hotel room suite. Sipping her coffee, she held the mug close to her so that she could enjoy the heat and aroma of the dark liquid. Her feet were a little cold, but that was to be expected when wearing only a dress shirt. She smiled; a hint of Thomas's cologne drifted into her nose from the shirt. There was a note in th...
...Their first night in this grand five star hotel, had really brought back that sexy honeymoon feel for both of them. Robert was still buzzing in the morning and Donna was positively glowing with fresh creamy wholesome goodness, as she sat on the bed, wearing Robert's pyjama top and nothing else. "Oh Robert, this is wonderful...I don't want to get dressed...
30 plus years after the Battle of Syria... *** Colonel Jag Panzer, impressive in his formal black uniform, rose from the high-backed chair and stepped aside to push it back into its place at the dining table. His expression was somber as he rendered a deep, ceremonious bow to the smiling brunette. She was still in her place across the table from him, and s...
I have insight on from multiple sources and perspectives about one of my wife's extra-marital cheating episodes. I've had "eye witness" reports on aspects of the event, and eventually my wife disclosed some of the details, during a night of lovemaking, decades after the event took place. For context, this occurred about a year after the birth of our third...
Sometimes life throws you lemons and according to the popular phrase you're supposed to make a batch of lemonade. Well, we didn't follow that rule exactly. To put it nicely we had a rough couple of weeks as a family. Maybe not literally with lemons falling from the clouds, but it was pretty crazy. Kids were wired up like they had eaten a case of pixie stic...
1 The next morning, Davina finds Raoul on his back porch, overlooking the ocean. He's reading a newspaper, snacking on strawberries. "Well, good morning, sleepyhead," he says. "I'll be having lunch soon, in case you'd like to join me." "What was last night all about?" She's determined to confront him. She'd cried herself to sleep, angry and confused....
"So I was thinking, what if I made some reservations for that restaurant you really like in Billingsly this weekend?" Danny asked her at lunch the following Monday. "Maybe," Elise pretended to think about it. "Or," she paused. "What if we just hung out at your house? If that's ok," she somehow managed not to turn red. "Oh," he was caught off guard. "We can...
She looked the same. Well, not exactly; the same body with, apparently, supernatural tits and an improbably small waist above a heart stopping ass, and her skin was miraculous. But there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and she was dressed far more sensibly than he remembered. But who looked the same? He was beginning to grey and, worse, his hair...
Note- Inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The Sherlock Holmes stories are now in the public domain. xxx Emma Watson sighed with relief as she opened the front door of her fashionable apartment overlooking the Thames. She kicked her shoes off and slumped into one of three comfortable armchairs, rubbing her toes in both hands. The wall clock read seven and...
While he worked at his computer, she sat quietly on the settee, looking out the window at the rain. A book lay open but unread on her lap and she seemed a thousand miles away. He occasionally looked her when she was not noticing and he saw a lot. She looked lost and innocent, not wanting to give up her elegant ladylike manner, not knowing what she wanted,...