Two people, drawn together by a bet, meet, perhaps fall in love, but separate, one to pursue another love and the continuation of a career, the other to salvage a business and forget the heartache. As each grapples with their demons they plod forward; spinning off, errant comets into different realities. They wonder if the decisions they made were good ones...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor; no, I do not want an editor. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes there's too many people to keep track of. Yes, it's too long. Yes, it's not long enough. Yes, it's in the wrong category. Yes this is stupid shit and yes,...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 6 – I'm going up to the country Emma's work as a ballet teacher running her own dance school meant that she worked long hours and could rarely take more than a couple of days off at any time, so the times when she could spend a few days with her parents on their farm in Wiltshire were very preciou...
Chapter 4 - ... And getting to like you It was frustrating to have to endure another week before being able to be with Emma again; but we kept in touch daily by phone, text and email. One thing I especially looked forward to every day was her sending me another erotic photo of herself wearing plimsolls. My special favourite was one of her wearing a pair of...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted July 2012 Here's another story for you, a bit longer than my usual. Enjoy! Thanks to Scalia for his patient editing. Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Chapter one Pretty little thing Some noises are really annoying when you are in bed desperately trying to catch a few hours of slee...
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I mentioned this girl, the one we call Ugly, in my last story. She's one of the instructors where my friend and I work out, but she's far from the ugly her name implies. Even when I first met her, when she was overweight, she still wasn't ugly by any definition. So, why do we call her that, if she's not ugly? Well, in Turkey, when someone is playing with a b...
I did not connect the two events. They were about six weeks apart and I did not associate them. Event number two, I met Paula Billings in the JAVA JOINT coffee line. After we picked up our morning caffeine, she spilled her Mocha on my pants. Looking back I didn't see where I missed any clues. She was that good. Or maybe I couldn't see the forest for thos...
Nathan Gargano's disgusting slurps echoed throughout the house. It roared out through the open windows into the street; it blew down the doors, set off car alarms, knocked the neighborhood kids off their bicycles. The horrible, death-rattle gurgling was the only thing staving off the impending interrogation that dangled above the room, and he prolonged it as...
After butt-fucking both Alexis and Yu-Gin the night before, I expected that I would wake up this morning with both of them fighting over my dick. Yu-Gin actually woke before me and I woke up in enough time to watch her walk rather gingerly across the bedroom floor toward the bathroom. She was a little spread-eagled and she had her hands on her ass cheeks as...