As the plane left the ground I settled back into my seat and closed my eyes. This was supposed to be our special getaway, a chance to rekindle that love and passion that seamed so long gone. I could still remember the way she looked in that new bikini as she posed for me. The high cut sides rode all the way up her hips showing her beautiful bottom. I tried t...
"I am innocent to a witch. I know not what a witch is.""Then ow do you know you are not one?" -Examination of Bridget Bishop, Salem Village, April 19, 1692 *** Shutting her locker and leaning over so that nobody else would hear, Ruth Ann whispered in Phoebe's ear: "Abbie Hobbs is a witch!" Phoebe was standing with her own locker open and brushing her h...
Chapter 7 Lazily Jimmy got out of bed at 10 in the morning on Saturday. He got ready for the day, trying to look better than usual. He wanted to impress Natalie; he kind of had a thing for her. Jim played some video games in the morning until lunch time and had a meal with his mother and father. Worried he might be late; he rushed through lunch before head...
It'd been twenty long years since I'd seen my old home town. The four lane freeway from the airport wasn't even a dream the day I left home to take on the world. And from what I remember, the modern hotel in which the taxi dropped me off had been old block of shops on the outskirts of the city centre. Now, the city had simply grown busily around it. Ten minu...
This story is part of a stand-alone continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.'...
Vic parked his beat-up yellow Volvo in the parking lot of the gated community. He'd had a bit of difficult finding the place but he was here finally. He'd gotten directions by the security guard where to go and now he was looking up at the three story Spanish Mission style home in a rather affluent section of San Diego. He looked at the flyer in his hand....
Author's Notes: All persons in this story are well over the age of 18. This is a true story. It is definitely not a stroke story, so if that's your cup of tea, please look elsewhere. Names have been changed, of course, and place names may or may not be real. I'm offering it in Romance instead of Non-Erotic because there are a few explicit bits in it, but...
Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at you...
This story is the last part to the series of me experimenting as sex worker. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing about my experiences. I recalled being so pleased by making two old guys happy on Saturday afternoon before my big night as a working girl. I know they would remember me forever and that has always been a big turn on for...
*Originally posted in Romance, moved here. Contains LGBTQ+ themes* Hey everyone. My name is Dan, and this is a story about me and my best friend Jimmy. Jimmy and I had been best friends our whole lives, ever since we were little kids. I was an only child and Jimmy had only a sister, so we saw each other almost like brothers growing up. Jimmy was an awes...