When he died she thought her world had come to an end. He was only 42,the same age as herself and he had battled with his illness bravely for the past 6 years. She had been the devoted wife, nursing him, caring for him, always there for him. He had been her first real boyfriend. They had grown up together in a quiet country village, dated and then married...
Chapter 22 A most unusual evening. We were gradually getting to meet all the tenants, Janet and Dave were the next on our list and they had invited us over to their place a couple of days later. This was the couple of whom I had the least expectations. They were a little older, and generally just looked a little... well... staid. However, whenever I had tho...
(I wasn't going to make this a series, but I kept getting too many ideas as I was writing. This first chapter's short and focuses more on developing the characters and setting, but I tried to still keep it erotic. And it ends well. So, please be patient with the rest.) Aahna was desperate for a place to live. At 18, she had been accepted into one of the mos...
(In the first part, young Kelli met Roy, a much older black man and fell in love. They began a very sexual relationship. This chapter is VERY different but I hope it's interesting to read about unusual things that could be.) The twisted white sheets were glued to Kelli's long slender legs by a generous amount of their sweat, and other fluids. Kelli had neve...
Firstly, let me set the scene. I inherited the house from my late husband when he passed away three years ago. He was in the construction industry and had built the house for us both, twenty-five years ago. It is spacious, with four bedrooms, all en suit and, and as I have since found out, to my delight, has a few hidden extras. My name is Carol and I am 52...
Dad took off before we arrived. He left it for my mother to inform us he had decided to postpone his efforts to use weddings to help promote business. He had gotten so carried away with the prospects it had escaped his notice that it would be inappropriate to do at his daughter's wedding. My mother tried hard to sell it, but it was pretty clear she didn't b...
"Who is it?" "Ashley Fine." "Jeff isn't here." "Open up, I want to talk." "Jeff isn't here. I have to study." "Open the door." "I can't." "Now!" I said it with the authority of a police detective armed with a warrant. I heard the click of the lock and the turning of the knob before the door swung open. "I don't know where he is." He was a little tal...
Abigail was so incredibly nervous that she could already feel her hands trembling. She knew it was stupid. After all, she'd entered this building so many times in the past that it should be a breeze. But then, she's been a student. Now she was returning as a trainee teacher. Her university hadn't been able to arrange any other placement, so here she was back...
I can't stand politics, man. Why is everyone always obsessed with the life of the Black woman in America? Since when does the White media give a damn about us? I mean, a White guy named Zimmerman shoots an unarmed young Black man in Florida and it takes the entirety of the African-American community's activist network to force the rest of America to give a d...
Note to the readers -- please be patient as the scene unfolds. Imagine the situation and the characters and try to envision what may ultimately happen in future chapters, all of which will involve only heterosexual and lesbian encounters -- I promise! Any feedback is welcome. For similar character and plot development, please read "Open House" in the novels...