Hank Murphy scanned the sky for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. The sky was clear except for the four North American FJ-4 Fury jets far below and in front of his plane. He scanned the sky again, then concentrated his search to the north. That is where any playmates were likely to come from. He saw a slight glimmer out to the north, low. He c...
Author's Note: This is just a bit of fun, if you genuinely like it, I'd love to hear, but most of it is designed to be erotic, yet tongue-in-cheek. Enjoy! * The Puerto Rican sun beat down on the grassy plain and the tropical wind was relentless in its humid torment of the group of travellers. Camilla sighed; this was the part she hated about palaeontolog...
After Jessi left, I spent the rest of New Year's day alternating between trying to read the novel I had started reading the day before and pondering her parting request that I think about whether she alone could be enough for me. Of course, I knew that what she was really asking me was to consider ending my friends-with-benefits relationship with Jessika....
A long forgotten Beverly Hills 90210 episode was recently discovered in the private belongings of a former Hollywood producer who had recently passed away. Other than telling the story of the 90210 characters' experiences at a weekend health resort it also tells the story of how censorship at times took its toll on the old Fox show. After the episode was fil...
First longer entry, and something I had a lot of fun writing. There's more in the works when I get around to it. Feedback and critique are welcome, as are any additional comments. ***** Chapter one The beat of the club pounded in my ears. It drowned out everything else as it reverberated through my body. I was lost in a sea of bodies moving to the sa...
Chapter One I sat here, alone on the roof of this tower, the bell tower of this old cathedral. I had been here a long time, nearly as long as the cathedral itself has stood, and it is over five hundred years old. At first glance I was like my stone brethren who adorn the edges of the roof. I look as if I was hauled up here and not used because there was no...
"Put your clothes on the hook by the door F-C-312-478-954-398- uh…43573...V Your undergarments go on the table below in the black bag. Make sure they are secured and out of sight!" The final "vee" was dragged out for emphasis, and you felt the thorns around the pronunciation as you always did. As was normal, the directive was a command, not a request. The l...
I first saw the woman at breakfast at the B&B. She was fishing for fruit from a bowl and looked up as I approached the table. She gave me a bright smile set in lovely brown cascading curls, only five foot tall, or a little more, wearing a stiff-looking white blouse and light brown shorts. I smiled back and got on with my breakfast, assuming she was attached...
The burning yellow sun was low in the sky as I drove along Sixth Avenue. Helen was in the passenger seat, hands in her lap, back and neck straight, letting her silence and her rigid body language communicate her dissatisfaction. She hadn't wanted to come on this visit to Diane's house. I understood her reasons, but at the same time I felt a slight resentment...
Introduction by the writer Clare and Nick are the two central characters in a series entitled 'Clare's Sexpedition'. This is the first episode. It is relatively long but it has a few twists and turns - so it can be read in stages. Through Clare's full journey new characters come into play and there are raunchy situations and recollections shared. Nick h...