This story is set in the Soviet Union, beginning in the Communist era, when two women tourists decide to ignore the rules on export of restricted items. There are consequences for both, for one humiliating and the other highly inconvenient. The story involves a sequel, when there is a return to scene at a later time. * * * * * Chapter 1 Alone at Last I...
(This is a work of fiction and all characters are above the age of consent. It is a contemporary story drawing from the current situation with two characters and I attempt to alternate between their perspectives. This is a continuation of my earlier work, "My Indian Summer". The story starts off with a young lad going to meet his newly widowed aunt who has...
I wanted to write this story, not only to entertain but to reinforce the ideal that during our lifetime we make choices and there are always consequences for those choices we make. Sometimes the consequences are great and work out well while other times the consequences are not so good and we have to be willing to accept the penalty for our bad choices. As...
It wasn't long after my encounter with Carol that Cindy and I were invited to a party at Carol's house. There were about thirty guests at the party, some neighbors of Jim and Carol's and others that they knew from work and everyone was having a good time. It was kind of funny to me how Jim was trying to act as if had hadn't had sex with Cindy and Carol was a...
A short story about a wife that loses her way as her husband travels a path they both agreed to. She forgot what it can cost and she loses sight of what is important. Will she remember in time? * "Jeff! Your cab's here. You'd better hurry!" hollered Marie up to her husband who was just finishing his packing. He was running late. She knew it was because he...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote for my story. There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story. * In the beginning, before there was children, there was sex. Continued from Chapter 01: In the way that he still remembered seeing his mother and sister in their bras and panties, topless, and naked, he'd love nothing more than...
It had been a hell of a week, working twelve hours a day at the Paris trade show, then coming home to try to get some rest, only to be disturbed by acrimonious phone calls from my fiancée, Stephen. Things had been bad between us even before I had decided to take this job in Paris as administrative assistant to the conference organizer for a multi-national ph...
Please Note: All photos and text in this story are created by and copyright the author. All rights reserved. * * * * * From my now, rather more knowledgeable experience of life, I've discovered that it's not too unusual to find that the full erotic significance of a particular incident or situation that occurred some time in the past, was not always fully...
*** A little of what's happening in both places now, at sea and on land. Something to note here; The creatures back at the keep are not human and they have a rather involved societal structure. I'm aware that there are readers who might not especially like the way that these things all have a varying degree of capability to go in both directions which depe...
This story keeps coming back to me. It is based on a true event that I was a minor player in many years ago. I never knew the whole story so except for the small kernel of truth that I was involved in the rest is pure speculation. Somewhat like the National Enquirer, a little fact and the rest fiction. The part I was involved in was a sad part during what wa...