Most of my stories have a nodding acquaintance with believably. The exception is the character of Helen Pollard. She's a sex-crazed cartoon. This is a one-parter. Continuing action is implied but I won't be going down the rabbit hole. ***** Helen could see in her husband's eyes that he was exhausted. And it wasn't just their drooping lids and heavy bags....
Sir James stroked the soft skin behind your ear as he rubbed his nose in your tussled hair. His erection lay between the crack in your ass as he stood behind you. The image of him behind you was reflected in the large mirror. Your teats were hard and erect causing the aureole to wrinkle. "Your body is so fucking hot Jenna" was whispered in your ear. You fi...
"It's beautiful" Melinda said as they pulled onto the large plot of land and continued to drive slowly up the grassy road towards the house in the distant. In the field on their left a few horses roamed freely in the sunshine. And in the field to their right some Cattle grazed lazily on the plush grass. "Yeah. What's the catch?" Tom replied, agreeing with...
Chapter 5 The next day Richard and Rebecca had a pleasant stroll through the garden. "It was such a beautiful night last night. I woke up and just had to look out at the moonlight, I wish you could have been there," Rebecca held her arm around Richard's and looked up at him. "So do I," Richard looked over and smiled at his darling Rebecca, whom he was s...
This story is actually a continuation of a story I posted earlier called "Feast Of The Rose Garlands". If you have not read the previous story, this one contains enough of the backstory for it to stand alone. I apologize to all the readers who emailed me wanting more, for my taking so long to crank this one out. The story took on a life of it's own and the w...
Michael's eyes opened slowly. The languorous pull of contented sleep not wanting to release its grip easily. Gray light spilled into the room from the open French doors beside the bed. Morning had come, a bit later than the past few days. The evening had held so much for all of them. It was an ending and a beginning. What ended was the tentative steps towa...
Author's Note: This is a ROMANCE story between a guy and gal; he happens to be black, she happens to be white. Looking for a fetish stroker? This isn't it. I must thank AsylumSeeker for his patience and long-suffering in editing my copy. All good is from him, any bad comes from my own stumbling mind. * "Are you sure your family's ready for this?" "Ready f...
It was the kind of bar you like when you just want an intimate evening with a bottle of really good scotch; not many people, not too much light, no waitresses in short shorts and tight T-shirts, and no fucking jukebox. I was at Barney’s to drink away the pain in my head caused by having been hit on the head with a pantyhose mannequin. I’m Jase Conford, and I...
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My new wife Dina and I stepped out of the chilly evening snow into the warm home of my high school friend Rich. His wife, Tina, greeted us with great hugs, exclaiming "I feel like we are old friends." Tina is obviously not shy, nor reserved, as she looked down at Dina's erect nipples saying, "and you either feel the same or are very cold." Rich and I were be...