A reminder that this is a novel, folks, and for the sake of continuity, you should start with Chapter One and read your way through. Besides, you may just enjoy yourself. On the other hand, if all you want is one-shot sex, have at it! CHAPTER FOUR Almost a week had gone by, a week of more passion and sex than Ken and I had known since before our honeymoon...
Content Warning -- This chapter could have been published under the category Erotic Couplings or even Romance; however, I put it in Loving Wifes because this section is a prelude to chapters that are definitely in that category. I'd rather not have anyone begin this piece and then complain. In case you are new to the Loving Wifes category, it is not about ro...
The thunderstorm had eased slightly but the rain was still very heavy as I turned my sports car off the highway and into the small country garage to refuel. I was between contracts and on my way home from a very welcome week’s break in the lovely alpine country in the north east of my state. As I got out of my car I noticed a large white station wagon painte...
Chapter 1 Lana lit a cigarette and scoffed; she rested her forehead on her open palm, whilst the sound of drilling and hammering continuously penetrated her ears, rattling her brain and nerves. It'd been five days since the new neighbor moved in and there had been no stop at their working on renovating the apartment. With a cup of steaming coffee in hand,...
Chapter Fourteen: Trouble in Greatfoot Those next few days were not ones that that I particularly liked, for it was non-stop riding with not much time for anything else. Now I like to ride a horse as much as the next fellow, but everyday we got up early and rode till long after sundown. Like the first few days of the ride, we ate on the move and stopped onl...
Colonist No. 4051, Guadalupe Salazar, awoke from her slumber with a start. The stimulants pumped into her bloodstream intravenously had done their job well, taking her from deepest sleep to absolutely alert in an instant. She felt the stiff, cool plastic of a hospital bed under her. That was a good sign but still, nervously, her eyes darted around, looking f...
Mouche is a character who appears frequently in my BDSM stories. Readers there seem to be fond of her, and some have asked me about her background. I've been reluctant to write about that, though, for several reasons: first, her story is rather somber compared to what I usually write; second, most BDSM readers aren't terribly fond of her kink (coprophagia);...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Parts Seven and Eight have been amended and brought up to the present day and are now offered as a single rath...
Every night after that first night, Mr. Hughes would enter Vesper's room at some point and lay down on the bed that had been positioned beside hers. They would often lie facing one another, eyes on each other as they settled in for the night. Sometimes, they would speak, other times they would just look upon one another for a time before finally letting slee...
Alana wondered curiously through the lamp lit hall of Azeric's home. After bathing, no one had come to collect her. Eventually she grew tired of waiting, and decided to go and explore. Nervously, she opened a door. Thankfully, it was the door to a strange, and fortunately empty, kitchen. Alana was curious to see no fridge or oven, and briefly wondered how Mi...