The soft glow of spice candles, masked the face of her lover. The staccato rhythm of passionate lovemaking made her skin tingle as her hips met his, thrust for thrust. Jasmine and Pumpkin filled her nose with sensual scents, mixed with sweat and sex. The smell overwhelmed her, it consumed her, possessed her. The soft click, and blaring music awoke Suzanne fr...
Chapter Three - The Road Trip During the next week, I had made tentative, joking references and innuendoes about how good our sex had been after Danny's stargazing visit. Joanne resisted the thought that it had made her excited. For my part, I was equally sure that I was right. The heightened excitement had brought her back into the good sex partner...
"This is a deer camp?" Shawna Miller stood in the entry of the cabin, her eyes wide, "It looks more like a log-built resort!" "Hey," Mason Holloway replied from the bar, "just because we men-folk shoulder our responsibilities manfully and trudge forth into the wilderness seeking meat for our beloved families doesn't mean we have to suffer while we're at it....
How It Started I've never had shame. By that, I hated to wear clothing in the summer, or when the house was too warm. It started when I hit puberty and did not stop! Another thing that made people scratch their heads was the fact I was a bookworm. Books and magazines were my escape. Escape from being a middle child. Escape from being told I had "so much po...
Linda Jones was in the grocery store picking up a few things when she saw her friend Lisa Miller and her son Tommy. Lisa was supposed to come over later in the afternoon with a few friends for bridge club. "Hi Linda," Lisa called out, waving at her in the produce aisle. "Tommy, you remember Mrs. Jones don't you? Be a good boy and say hello." Linda Jones rem...
This story is total fantasy and has no relationship to real life or experience. There is no under-age sex or cruelty. ***** You have probably read my husband's account of his conversation with young Brian and our later discussions concerning the situation. Everything he related is absolutely true but inevitably we both had slightly different versions of ev...
450 E. Irwin Ave. Miss R. Plinkton The directions were straightforward and I found the house easily enough. A white picket fence surrounded the clapboard house with it's neatly trimmed lawn and small flower beds. It was a picture of Middle America but it did nothing to brighten my mood. I stood on the second of three steps while I knocked on the side door...
Jamie was hunched over his notebook; the papers filled with scribbles detailing each of the thirteen blood lines. He had to find the key to the tomb and it was hidden somewhere in the hierarchy, he was sure of it. Pressed gently against the paper, his lead pencil took down the minor details streaming from his mind. Crack! He must have leaned on it too...
"Oh, heavens." The goblin maid dropped to her hands and knees, her cheeks visibly glowing and her eyes wide with embarrassment. "I am so sorry, lord." "Not a problem in the least, my dear." Leon smiled easily. Briefly, he thought about taking the opportunity to segue into a more suggestive exchange—it was hard not to feel some temptation with the barmaid i...
I'd like to thank my editor. You know who you are. You're the best in the business and I love you. This is the first and last story that will be posted under this username. Hope you find it entertaining. ***** May 19 started very well. It was a Monday and I had a final. I aced it. I went to check the schedule and saw that I didn't have another until Friday...