There once was a young lady of twenty-one years whose hair was long, beautiful and golden brown and grew almost a meter a day. Her name was Ramona, a pretty country girl with a dainty manner, a sing-song voice and dark brown eyes. She lived with her father, a kindly but poor woodcutter, and her step-mother, a cranky and self-absorbed witch, in a cabin in th...
This is my first story so forgive a long introduction. What better place to start then the beginning? This is not a story of my very first time, it is my first enjoyable time. I had a steady boyfriend in high school and while we were sexual it was boring and not really pleasurable for me. We broke up before I went to college and so glad we did. I reconnect...
All characters are aged 18 or over ***** About 4pm, there was a knock at my office door. This time, it wasn't a teacher escorting a girl, but instead Miss Murphy. "Do you have plans this evening?" Miss Murphy asked. She couldn't be about to ask me out, could she? "Um, no," I replied. "Good. My husband and I would like to invite you over for dinner," she...
The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 20 Lemaringouin Chapter 20 John's Special Sampling Claudine and John headed toward the room with the 'Love Nest' signage. He hesitated for a few second in front of the door, amused by the signage identifying the room. Claudine noticed and said, "It's the room where we let select clients, whether masculine or feminine, satisfy...
Submission: The Third Sultan's Slave Tale I am still there when the raiders come. My Lord has left me; hung from his tent-pole like a sacrifice, my hair loose and my jewellery glittering forgotten in the dimming light of the braziers. The consuming, wanton craving that he left with me is fading, like the warmth of desert dusk, into chill. Flickers still s...
Written with my husband, from his perspective... I distinctly remember that it was a Friday night. I locked the warehouse at our business and headed for home, as usual. I had already received a call from DeeAnna, telling me that Deke was on the way to our house; so I knew there was a good chance he would get there before I did. That's something I didn't...
Frank opened his eyes. The dim morning light entering through the window carried with it the soft touch of a late winter's cool air. Inside their bedroom, however, it wasn't cold at all. Frank looked to his right. Sandra was sleeping next to him. She was lying on her stomach with her body halfway leaning on his, her hand wrapped around his fingers. Her rig...
You arrive home after a long week of incessant work. The weekend has finally come. The tasks of the day are still fresh in your mind as you try to distract yourself with some music. All week you have tended to the whims of others, constantly addressing the issues of superiors and peers in the workplace. Always having to maintain the façade of an alpha, dicta...
Sitting in the back porch swing on a dreary February morning, looking across the lake sipping the first cup of coffee and watching life happen. It was a typical Texas winter day; dreary but not particularly cold. The sparrows in the Purple Martin House are a result of my penchant for procrastination. I hear geese in the distance, honking as they leave their...
*I have never written anything like this before - constructive criticism welcomed!* * The Spanish night was so warm I could feel sweat trickling down my spine. Sexy maybe but not when you're a 40-something woman walking solo in a town you don't know very well. I wasn't sure that coming on holiday alone had been a great idea after all. I turned down a sid...