Hello all! Thank you for reading and commenting on my stories! It is much appreciated. Thanks to Donalde and Avare for beta reading and catching those pesky name changes. There are no historical facts at the end of this chapter, but there will be at the end of the next one. Oh and there also is very little sex in this chapter as well. ****** It was time t...
The remainder of the drive to Mutters was considerably less exciting than the first half although the mountain views provided some spectacular scenery. Janelle and I did get to confirm that the seats in the new van were conducive to fooling around. She sat next to me and gave me another one of her superb hand jobs. I returned the favor by playing with her pu...
This episode of Vice Cop does not further the plot and is instead a bit of a departure and a break from the present-time action. While the action in the beginning that triggers the flashbacks is in the present, the majority of scenes are in the past- the early 1980's. These are scenes of flashbacks/memories of Hudson's training days in the New York Police...
To the reader: I wrote this story two years ago and put it in my file of stories I didn't think were good enough to submit. Then I saw a story on the morning news and knew I had to resurrect it. The story on TV was eerily close to this one, even to the point where everything happened in the same city. (I changed the location when I re-edited it.) All that b...
The concept of a BTB forum came as a result of all the research I did on Literotica on the cheating wives genre. Many inspirational stories and some that just made me go "wtf"?? I was looking for a story that would allow the construction of the idea of a forum and I happened across deepemerald's "My secret life" story. Though it wasn't fully a cheating wives...
London, England, 1870 CHAPTER ONE "Could I be more miserable?" Miranda thought as she squirmed in the carriage seat. The July heat was oppressive in London and she felt suffocated by the odors of animal and man that the shimmering sunlight loosened from the cobblestones. She turned her head to look out the window so that her parents would not see her grima...
There will be some readers of this account who have not yet had the pleasure of lying with an eighteen year old girl on a picnic rug, sunbathing naked after making love, occasionally kissing her soft skin, firm breasts, hard crinkled nipples, and willing lips. I suspect that even fewer readers will have had shared the experience with the eighteen year old...
*** This is a one-off, written in a single afternoon and it's based on a couple of things. One of them is a Frank Frazetta painting done back in 1978. I don't know if the title is correct, but what I saw was called "Night Winds". The other thing was a line spoken in the film "The Thirteenth Warrior", so if you can imagine those two things inspiring me, the...
Spa Day and Allyson Monday morning came and it was still raining. Laura sat on the side of the bed and looked out the bedroom window feeling unusually contented. Sam and her had made love twice on Saturday, once consensually on Sunday and once non-consensually sometime before dawn on Monday morning. In the almost complete darkness of their bed room, Sam ro...
This story was previously posted on this site. It's not an entry in the Halloween contest. It's back by request of a reader. I hope you enjoy. ~Molly * "You don't believe in this 'ghost' crap, do you?" Geoff asked me as we strolled to my car. "I don't know, Geoff. I've seen a lot of weird things out there," I answered non-committally. I put my bedroll an...