I could smell her fresh scent. I loved the way she smelled like she just hopped out of the dryer freshly washed then fluffed. I used to love the sweet smell of women in their perfume giving me a whiff when they walk past but once I fell for Kenna, I can never get enough of her smell. She always smelled clean. That's the only way I can describe it. You know...
Author's Note: As with my other series stories, sorry for the delay with an update. It's been a long 12 months. * I've gotten a lot of positive feedback on this one. I enjoy writing it and intend to write it to an ending for Kasey and Scott. I get attached to the characters I develop, and Kasey is probably one of my favorites. I've enjoyed adding her thoug...
Yes, it's part two - this time with my usual perversity rearing its ugly head. While you're here, a brief note about the setting of the stories. The Eternal Republic is a kind of thought experiment in social eroticism - fantastic worldbuilding that combines a kind of ahistorical Gilded Age that spans the customs of aristocracy and oligarchy from the 18th to...
Author's note: there is an element of truth to this story. As a trucker I have stopped many times to help stranded motorists. Those relief efforts were pretty mundane but what if?...Also, this story could have gone into several categories, but the virulence of the loving wives readers was too much fun to pass up! As always, I'm doing this for fun. I've never...
"Do your fucking job right, Henry! Jesus Christ, what are you, five years old? If I ever have to call you in here again, you're done! You hear me? You'll never work in this business again! Now get the hell out of my office." Mona could feel every set of eyes on the floor anxiously awaiting the pile of shit the boss would shovel in their faces now he was in...
Consciousness came with a blast of cold water across Mike's face. He choked and spluttered, finding his mouth filled with water as he instinctively spat out the offensive liquid. The groggy smuggler tossed his dripping hair behind his head, getting the dark bangs out of his eyes as he leaned back in the metal chair he was shackled to. His arms were cuffed b...
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping as early morning light shone in through the open patio door. Just a dim glow, but those little critters were going nuts. I groaned and rolled off the bed, padded over and shut the blinds, muffling the sound and cutting the incoming light. The covers on the bed shifted, and I climbed back in to cuddle up next to a ve...
After our trial, and the girls-only celebration that lasted through the night, Wendy and I were given 3 days of rest and recovery restricted to the Rogonfeldt grounds. I did some writing. She and I were able to go on long walks. The other girls left us to rest up; the masters ignored us. They were busy with the other girls and, especially, with integrating R...
November 9, 1865 Milledgeville, Georgia My train crawled to a stop as it entered the yard at the Milledgeville depot and I had never been so happy to gather my belongings and climb off an infernal contraption as I was on that day. The air outside was crisp, cool and a stark reminder that I had limited time to conduct my business at home before I returned...
"Happy Birthday, Daddy." Jessie woke me with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey." "How are you feeling?" I sat up, winced, stretched, winced again. "Like I went ten rounds with a cement mixer." I rolled my neck, rotated my arms, worked the stiffness out of my upper body and then stood, nearly fell over. New aches and pains had taken up residence in my bones and m...