*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* ***** So how did I get here: I'm Waylon Fielding. I'm married to Celine, the younger daughter of the wealthy and widowed Ms. Melissa Harmon. Rounding out the family tableau of in-Laws are Melisa's elder daughter, Kerry Tatum, and Sonny, Kerry...
For those who have read the previous version of this story, a few words of explanation: I have called this story 'A New Beginning,' in part because this is what it is for the two characters, but also because it is a significant re-write of 'Art in Reality' chapters 1 and 2. I recently published 'What do I do,' and I feel that my writing has improved since m...
I shuffled forward in line and absently rubbed my boarding pass between my fingers. Marvin and Julie Lee, Jennifer's parents, were just in front of me. In front of them, her brother Chris was gabbing with Tom who was pushing a stroller laden with a diaper bag and carryons. Rebecca was bouncing baby Anna on her shoulder. For a few seconds, Anna seemed to make...
'Can I buy you a drink?' It took me a second to realise I was being asked a question. It took another two to comprehend what was being asked. It then took me countless more seconds to try and decide whether I should say 'yes' or 'no'. It might sound silly, but at twenty-four years of age, I'd never had a man ask to buy me a drink in a straight bar before....
Author's Note: Welcome randy reader. I am honored that you have selected my story. I have written 'The Tempest is Thy Namesake' in three parts covering the expanding sexual explorations and experiences of Wendy Rains. I hope that my randy readers will find that each part reads well enough as a stand-alone story. For those many readers that are here to only...
This is a long romantic tale of jealousy, selfishness and cruel love, told in eight parts. Part 1 I looked out the window at my car parked in the driveway, and noticed Ellie, my girlfriend's married sister, washing the inside of its windows. Tess, my girlfriend, was in another room playing the piano and I was bored – at loose ends – since no one else was i...
It was Friday evening. The stresses of the week had passed, and the stresses of the next week had yet to make their presence felt. Students were descending on Grounder's to rupture the newfound calm with chaos of their own design. The bar had an exorcism for everyone's pent-up tension: some people released it through pounding drink, some danced till their mu...
Chap. 7 Jenny was standing by the side of the bed when she heard Bill talking to Ty. Jenny's heart felt like it would burst. Jenny hadn't even had time to slip on panties. She could hear the two men talking and Ty seemed nervous. "Yeah I keep fucking up. I think I woke Jenny up." "Oh good. Jen how you feeling." Bill walked in the room. Jenny could feel sp...
I felt her foot seductively brush up against my leg, under the white linen table set. Our eye contact maintained. I reached below the table, and smoothed my hand over the top of her foot and up her shin, ensuring what I felt was real and not simply a figment of my over taxed imagination. "You wanna get out of here?" She smiled with a sudden narrowing of...
Authors note: I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it! Many orgasms were spent producing the various parts of the tale. I sincerely hopy you can't get through it without taking matters into your own hands! Good or bad, please vote. Feedback, either anonymous or not is, as always, very appreciated. Everyone who appears in the story i...