Hello everyone! I apologize for the length of time between my submissions, but as I said on my bio page, my work hours have increased and have cut into my writing time. I'm writing as fast as I can, but unfortunately; I do have to sleep. Thanks for your patience in waiting for my submissions. Thanks to Donalde for beta reading for me and for his time. Also t...
Editor's Note: story contains bisexual male themes and scenes. * At 65 years old I was forced to retire from the job that I loved. I started in the fire service at the age of seventeen and I love it now just as much as I did when I started. Not many men can say that about a job, I thought my life was over. Being a single man for years I thought the only th...
I had worked for Mr. Maxwell since leaving school, and though it mightn’t suit everyone, I’d enjoyed the last twenty years. I like living where I was born, and small-town Scotland still places commerce a rung above the more recently-invented professions. I was already as good as manager of Mr. Maxwell’s shop, with a smooth path to succeeding him on his retir...
She was drop dead gorgeous and I wanted her. I lusted for her. I might even go so far as to say I would kill for her. Five feet five, one twenty, 36x22x35, hazel eyes and flaming red hair. When she was around I could not take my eyes off of her. She knew what she had and she knew that every man in the building wanted her. Her name was Constance Frederick an...
The setting is a small city in New Zealand. The hero has an odd name, the reason for which is explained as it his less than a smooth journey into adulthood. Dio falls into an usual occupation that connects him to an assortment of offbeat characters and soon it becomes apparent that Dio is enjoying a life richer in many ways than most people around him. It ap...
Author's note: I seem to be getting some really good ideas lately from recently posted stories. This one comes from DG Hear's story "Stay At Home Dad." I liked the concept of the threat to a heretofore-strong marriage between a rich girl and a poor boy, and decided to take that concept in a little different direction. ------ I was sitting in the dark, on m...
So here I am on a Sunday trying to do what I normally do which is cross stitch and watch television. If I sound as if I was bored, it's because I was. I'm usually quite content to spend my Sunday quietly relaxing because Mondays are usually horrible. I managed to get a little of my quilt done and then gave up and called Annie to see what she was up to. I wa...
Chapter XIX Sunrise was beginning to hint at its forthcoming arrival when I achieved that sleepy twilight zone of awareness. I stretched a leg that was threatening to give me a light cramp and suddenly I was wide awake! Something was in bed with me! I swear that my eyelids literally opened with a bang! Lo and behold, Gwynn was sound asleep next to me in...
Characters in this story are all over 18. There are no minors in any sexual situations implied or described. This is a futanari tale set in contemporary times. It may be difficult to keep up with the story without reading from the beginning. For previous readers, thanks for coming back! If you like this story, please vote and let me know! ***** The smooth...
I guess I knew it would be a good day the night before, when she told me to lay out her clothes for her. I chose a mid-thigh black skirt, a silky cranberry blouse, black jacket, and textured black stockings. She came in as I was choosing her shoes, cranberry pumps that complimented the blouse. She crossed her arms and sighed heavily. "What the fuck is this...