Jill, Kim, and Joe helped get the home in its polished entertainment grandeur. Ashley was the last to work on finishing up getting ready for the events starting early in the evening. There was a knock on the front door, and the group downstairs looked at each other. A few things were odd. Nobody they knew well would knock, let alone on the front door. Also,...
Author's Note: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, such as "Stormy Weather, "Foggy Mountain...
In Texas we take our racism seriously. Since this story is set almost a half century ago, you might expect that things are much better now. I am not sure that is the case, as polarization has fanned some embers into open flame. Now, as then, racism is practiced widely without limitation of race, creed, or culture. To pretend that it doesn't exist is to encou...
Be patient. I have included plenty of back-story to start but stick with me and you'll come to the sexual interactions. You'll find flesh on flesh in plenty of permutations, but it's more plot than stroke. As my character Jill writes this is a family saga. So the story became quite long in the telling. This is fiction drawn from my imagination. Any resemblan...
"Yes, maybe next time," she whispered as she hugged my body to hers. With that little sentence, she confirmed to me that there would be a 'next time'. I would say that we resumed somewhat of a normal life after that, but it wasn't normal at all. When Addie came home from her pole dancing class Wednesday night, she was on fire. She rode my cock that night as...
A note: I realize that this could have been posted in several different categories - LW, Non-erotic, etc. Despite what my wife might claim, I'm a romanticist at heart, so I put it in romance. Thanks for reading. WR ***** Chapter 5 The next two weeks flew by. The dinner at Joyce's was great. Her friends had been married for eons and were delightful company...
Apologies for the long delay between the first and second Stuck chapters, hopefully this one won't take as long. As I said at the end of the last part there will be a time-jump and we start things off 2 years later with Arthur and Nicola now both aged 18 and as such there will be more sexual elements to this story, not just to our main couple either as I hav...
Malcolm is provided with another narrative. In this one Chrissie relates how she finally achieves orgasms with her sister's lover and then with his buddies. John proves to be more than just her further pleasure. Prolog My name is Malcolm Hargrove. My vocation is that of a writer. Portions of my work at times are a bit of an erotic nature. While I cannot e...
"Amshterdam ish the washte dishposal capital of Europe," the Irishman said drunkenly before drawing on a monster spliff. "Seems like paradise to us," Rich Hutson said. He took a draw on the same spliff. Shit, this shit was potent. He coughed out some smoke before passing it on to his friend Shaun Laymon. They'd come over for a weekend trip to see the sigh...
Rick scurried into work, determined to stay away from Rhona as much as possible. It was as busy day and he had to go sort out the Marketing Director's laptop, which she had screwed up somehow. Rick spent an hour trying to fix it remotely, but in the end had to her office to pick it up and take it back to the office. Rhona, of course, was there and wanted to...