What you're about to read is a true story. It's also a current story because some of the events depicted are still underway as I type this. What's happening with us may turn some of you on, may inspire some of you, and may repulse some of you – but I suspect you will all read it with an appreciation of the realism and truth of it. I've changed the names and...
Surprise! I was editing several other stories when an idea hit me to continue this little string of yarn. One of these days I'll get around to publishing the next chapter of Irresistible Johnson and a few others you folks keep bugging me about. In the meantime, expect some new stuff coming, too. And please, never stop bugging me. It helps motivate this write...
What a week it has been! I feel as if I have embarked on an amazing, sexually transforming journey. I find myself working for my husband as his personal assistant. The job title did not really do justice to the role I found myself in. I had gone to the job interview wearing the barest minimum that could be defined as work attire and it obviously influenced...
Chapter Twelve – Naomi When I woke up next to Megan, we were both naked. Her arms laid across my breasts. It was comforting. I thought back to last night, to Marcus, and all the things that happened. It was a lot for one night but as I was remembering, I could feel my body respond. I rolled over and kissed Megan. We ended up making love. Things were certain...
She laid naked upon her four-post bed, the silk sheets cold and smooth upon her bare skin. The bedroom lonely and dark save for the few lit candles upon the side table. Tears flowed from her soft green eyes, as she thought of him, as she thought of the love she lost. He was gone, she prayed that her deceased husband's soul was finally at peace. Done seeing t...
1 The lady was right. Mary never sees the woman in the leopard-print skirt again. She never even hears what happened to her. But we, dear readers, do know, and if you want in on the secret too, all you have to do is read on. It's less salacious, at least initially, than Mary and her jealous peers hoped. Leopard print, to whom we'll refer as Davina, wa...
This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments...
I lived in a town where my mom and dad worked at a small state college; mom was an administrative assistant in the human relations department and dad was a lecturer in history. Laura Hughes worked as a women's tennis coach and women's health counselor at the college. She was a good friend of my mom and had straight, shoulder-length, blonde, hair, large green...
Round two! Will the contenders please take several deep breaths...pardon me if I concentrate on two very special chests...and rejoin the Game. Nearly at the point of collapse, the four had rolled onto their backs, side-by-side, chests heaving, and with very, very satisfied looks on all faces. Round one seemed to be over, with Lee checking off three items o...
Author's Notes: 'A Shepherd in France -- Ch. 1 and 2' is a continuation of 'The Shepherd of Ashburn Court -- Parts 1 through 5'. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the backstory so please read the other stories first. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** A Shepherd in France -- Ch....