I had known Casey since freshman year of high school. Damn, that was ten years ago now. We had always been the best of friends, from that day in English class when we both got in trouble for reading while the teacher was droning on. We were the nerdy rebels. Everything about her was special, to me at least. She had been there for me for so many things. My...
Art Lovers II -- Charlotte's Diary 25th March 1867 Dear Diary, There is something odd about Cousin Constance's demeanour of late. When she believes no one is watching her, she sometimes wears a most mysterious smile, and it is driving me quite to distraction. Much as I love her dearly, Connie can be such a tease, and I am sure she is greatly amused by my...
It was the evening before my wedding. The next morning I was going to marry the only girl who had ever made me want to settle down and I knew I should have been ecstatic but I couldn't hep feeling a teensy bit like this was the end of the world. Its not like I haven't had a full life. I have had my share of girls - some more serious than others - and my fa...
"Absolutely not! Your out of your mind!" My wife was fuming. "I don't care if it is every man's fantasy, I'm not having sex with another man for you!" "But I thought you wanted to make me happy?" I pleaded, knowing it was in vain. "Yes, I want to make you happy, no I don't want to make another man happy. There is only one way to get your wife to have sex w...
More apologies for the incredibly long wait... Inspiration has been hard to come by, but I also made sure to actually start on the next chapter before submitting this one so I could guarantee less of a wait this time around. Warning/reminder to readers that there is no sex here, and to please, please read the previous chapters if this is new to you. The cha...
Gwynavere paced patiently in the bedroom waiting for that knock on the door she was eagerly anticipating. Her black corset was soft leather with silver ties lacing up the front. The cleavage it gave her started at the base of her neck and held the ties apart seductively, not that she needed help with her 38 DD breasts. She preferred her corset to conform to...
Tom Nichols was a 34 year old man that was the most successful entrepreneur to ever come from his small suburb of Detroit. He had created a small empire of nice upstanding Italian restaurants called Pastore's. He had opened a dozen branches around the greater Detroit area and into northern Ohio. From such a venture he was able to invest in a few other local...
This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. Pulling on my pants, I left her there for a little while. No, I didn't leave her unattended for long. Like I said, she was my new fuck toy, so I di...
I stumbled over brush and stone. Rain had made the peat-covered stones slippery but it hadn't softened their assault on my legs as I staggered blindly forward. My kirtle's hem was tattered, torn by the numerous falls I had all ready taken. I doubted it had managed to retain its emerald hue. My legs were bruised and beginning to grow leaden. Rain pounded ag...
"You're being childish," Mike said to Weslie, as he had many times before. He'd always said it in jest, as part of their usual playful banter, not in the middle of a serious argument like this. Then again, in the tree months since they had started living together, they hadn't had an argument this serious. Maybe she had been a bit stubborn, but he really didn...