The Thornhills finish their stay. More surprises on the way. No bondage, but there is a spanking in this one. Does have lesbian, anal, oral, interracial, double penetration and a contest, just for fun. If these things disturb you, don't read. If you like some spice in your life, read on. Comments appreciated. ***** World's Best Diet Plan: Marcia Delivers,...
The week that Martha would be released to me had finally arrived. I would be going alone to Arthur's Estate in Martha's Vineyards to get her. Arthur would be flying home from Australia from a business trip and she would be waiting for me there. In the event that he was delayed I was to wait for him and Maud would see to my needs. A point of clarificat...
***This is a story with a bunch of characters in it that I found I quite liked. They were originally developed for use in A Big Shiny Blue Marble, but sadly, they didn't make the cut. I re-read the story a while ago and I thought it might fly if it was presented as a separate -- and very finite -- finished work of say two to four chapters for Mother's Day....
While this is an essay, there are plenty of graphic sexual details (if you are patient). My goal was to be both poignant and erotic. ***** INTRODUCTION I don't go to strip joints very often, only when I'm in Vegas with my fatuous buddies. I enjoy it immensely while I'm at the club. A pretty, near-naked young woman in my lap – how great is that? But later...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Dennis Dumas fought hard to keep the annoyance out of his voice as he wished Babette Babineaux a good night. He double-checked the alarm, then locked the front door of DeGarde National Bank then hurried to his car. "Damned ignorant bitch," Dennis tho...
Chapter Six: Friendship I do not remember much of that next day, I truly don't. Nor do I remember falling asleep the night before. I don't remember much of anything, its all a hazy blur to tell you the truth. I had resigned myself to my fate and just waited for the end to come. I had tried my best to show these people that I was a good person and not a spy...
Painting Trees, Painting Flowers, Painting Sarah Sarah finally celebrates what she paints by instilling how she feels. Sarah Simoni-Laughton's favorite holidays were obscure ones compared to those who loved the bright, colorful lights of Christmas or the explosive fireworks of the Fourth of July. The theme of her art befitting her favorite season, both of...
After dinner Peter returned to his motel room but found it hard to rest. Each time he closed his eyes he thought of Anna and what she had been going through since Ned had taken her away. It was only when he dreamed of the two of them together with their sons and new baby did he finally relax enough to fall into a deep sleep and didn't wake until a knock came...
What would you do if you could go back to being your eighteen year old self? Timothy Dane. Yeah, I'd fuck him, that's what I'd do. I scrolled through my social media page and clicked on his profile, gazing into those baby blue eyes and rugged handsome smile, completely ignoring the fact that his wife was also staring at me in the picture. It's funny how some...
Friday 28 November 1952 Our one night together in Brighton began by us meeting as arranged in the concourse of London Bridge railway station, at five in the afternoon to catch the 17.15 train. I had already picked up the first class tickets from the office. There was a freezing pea-souper in London that Friday afternoon in late November and you could barely...