This is a copyrighted original work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Many thanks to Jim K for the fine editing work. Song lyrics contained herein remain the exclusive property of...
This is my contribution to the Winter holiday contest 2019. Please remember to vote at the end and thanks for taking the time to read. I hope you'll enjoy my version of an enemy to lover's romance. A special thanks goes to AussieGuy52 for editing this story. Thanks to ThisNameIsntTakenYet and AussieGuy52 for beta-reading. Reader advisory: This is a long s...
My motor coach rocked to a gentle stop with the soft hiss of air brakes. The motion and sound captured my attention and I looked up from my laptop. "We're here?" I asked as I glanced around. David, my friend, driver, trainer, and stunt coordinator, gestured out of the large windshield. "That's the place." We'd stopped in front of a slightly tatty warehouse...
As always: Thanks to rf-fast for the editing work. Your insights are what takes this story from mindless drivel to readable. Attention readers: This is NOT a short story NOR does the sex occur quickly. Also, considering its length, it is light on the erotic aspect of stories on this site. They are there, but you have to read to get to them. If you are look...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 07: College Days Copyright 1999 by Paul * * * * * Chapter 1 My fingers hurt. It felt like I'd been writing forever. My shoulder ached from when I'd dislocated it. Who's bright idea had it been for me to go to University? I had been there six weeks and it had seemed like an eternity. It was nine o'clock on a Friday night an...
Part I: Debbie Alan Burnett listened to the same 'oldies' station he had for years now; the music was predictably comfortable and the commercials were kind of funny – sometimes anyway, and besides, almost everyone else in the department listened to the station. You could always count on a happy mix of sixties stuff, but usually they played more seventies mu...
If you have not read our postings I'll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. We are an early thirties couple, I am 5'10", in reasonable shape. My wife Gail is an exceptionally beautiful and intelligent woman, soft spoken and very shy. She is 5'7" with a young girls figure, long shapely legs, small breasted, and a picture perfect behind. Her...
The Second Story: Give It Up For Me, Babe Claire: I love my husband. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him. Not one single thing in the world. But, with that being said. There is something I haven't quite been able to manage to do yet. Quit smoking. Yes, I admit it. I'm a smoker. I've tried everything. The patches, the gum, the pills, quitting cold tu...
In the quiet, backwater system of Halderon IV, the old war horse had been put to pasture. She floated majestically in geostationary orbit over the gas giant that star maps called HV-16 and the locals called Lesvous. A bevy of smaller ships darted around the system, all of them hopelessly obsolete by modern standards, consigned to system defense duty and anti...
"Elena, over here!" echoed the voice of the expedition leader, eerily muted and bodiless in the morning fog. I stumbled and cursed as I tried to climb the muddy berm. The newly sprouted foliage had not yet had the time to cover the exposed earth, making the terrain treacherous. My university-provided boots were clearly substandard for this type of work. I c...