This is a story I started, and my editor, Ray, finished. I wont be writing anymore, because of something someone said. This is one of my last two submissions. No Prom for Stella "You can't leave before the Prom!" Kirk exclaimed as he stared at Stella incredulously. "Everybody goes to the Prom." "Well everybody won't be going to this Prom," Stella replied...
Stella was very happy at that moment, and she wanted to pat herself on the back after conducting the last two wives in this game. She was wandering through the hallways looking for Diana at that moment when one of the producers called her on her pager. They wanted her to report directly to the control room office, there was a new problem that had to be sol...
Author's Note: Although this story can be read on its own, it directly follows "A View of Fifth Avenue." New York City, 1963 Stella swished the champagne in her mouth as she counted the sconces along the paneled walls of the banquet room. How much longer would Charles insist on staying at this thing? She glanced at the clique of expensively dressed women...
I had been writing erotic fiction for a few years now. The feedback I received ranged from the most vile and negative reactions to some very positive thoughts. My biggest fan, seemed to be a woman named Stella. She first wrote me to say my stories made her so hot and bothered. She would masturbate regularly, as she read my fiction. I replied back to her and...
Valentines Day was never a day that Stella took any notice of. Her lover was not romantic and never gave her anything for Valentines Day, nor wanted anything in return. He did not have a romantic bone in his body. Sex with Dave was nice, comfortable and predictable. In fact, normally she would not have thought about it, except that tomorrow was Valentines Da...
The story of Ted and Estelle and their coming together was told in the original or first part of the story. However some readers have commented that they wished to hear more of them and their interactions with other people in each other's lives. I'm not quite sure what readers are expecting here, but I will point-out that I do not expect that anything drasti...
The first spurt landed across her forehead, and into her blonde hair, the second was across her left eye and nose, and the third was between her half open lips and tongue. The taste was familiar. As he stepped back, the next guy took his place. His cock was inches from her face, and through sticky eyelids she saw his hand moving swiftly up and down. She h...
This is a work of fiction. All fictional characters engaged in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. While fiction, the genesis of this story was a loving tale told by what would in the story be Stella's unnamed little sister, about two people who made considerable sacrifices for her, and her siblings behalf. I was only given a bare outline, but th...
Marc was shopping. For his second session with his dominatrix, he wanted to bring along new lingerie for himself, just like you should wear something different for your second date. Therefore he drove to the nearest sex shop, one of those in which you can buy dildos, porn, lube, handcuffs or...slutty lingerie. The good thing about that sex shop was, that all...
Chapter 1 An exploration of a love-hate relationship That old manor was no place for a city girl like Stella. Perhaps if she'd been born in this country and her parents hadn't decided to move to America when they tuned 18, she might feel more comfortable running this big mansion. She would have been living here all along if her mother hadn't passed this ho...