Mystery Prize Chapter 2: The First Night Note: Many, many, many thanks to MissBoePeep who's editing and input was fantastic! For those wondering, yes, I needed to make an excel spreadsheet in order to keep track of who ends up paired with who during the climax (har har har) of this chapter! Cait, Lucy and I made our way to the main dining hall. The women...
Abby slept better than she would have thought with the luxury of an opened window filling the room with the soft country air. She was wakened early, well, early for her, just after six, not by the crow of a Cockerel, as she would have imagined but by the insistent blare of sheep. She looked out the window to the meadows that came close to the wall of the Inn...
This girl under him was sucking Paul dry. He felt old. Tired. Was this what thirty-nine was supposed to be like? When he took his mouth off hers, she looked at him with dead eyes. Vacant. Clouded. A corpse's eyes. He actually felt like crying. Why? Why had the spark, the lively glint faded so fast from her gaze? They were still so new—less than a week to...
I meet Valerie in July of 1972. We instantly fell in love and got married in October 1972. We've been married now for 27 years and still have sex at least 4 times a week. The first time I saw Valerie, was at the lake near the Air Force base that I was stationed at. She was wearing a typical bikini made in those days. About 4 inches wide at the sides, but wi...
My ex had been, and still is, fantastic in bed. The reason she's an ex now is that she was a promiscuous, insatiable slut. When I came home to find her in bed with our next door neighbor, I decided to call it quits. Oh no it wasn't Bob Karey she was with, it was Sharon Karey. I had always suspected that she preferred women. So the outcome was that she and Sh...
Lochlainn Thorsson laid his axe aside for a moment as he once again wondered about his future. He knew that he'd been putting off making a decision about his life and that he needed to end this dithering soon. The harvest was almost finished and then he'd have to make some sort of a choice. He knew that he couldn't follow this crew to their next bid as it wa...
To say that this was a beautiful day would have been to understate things to a great degree ... it was glorious! In late spring, it was warm, with just a hint of a breeze, just enough to tussle one's hair. The air smelled sweet ... not overly floral ... but just a general sweetness in the breeze. This day was a gift; one that makes you feel good to be aliv...
"You're sure Glenlivet is the Scotch your father drinks?" Joe asked Vicky anxiously, for about the 10th time that day. "Yes...well that's the brand I've seen in the house," Vicky replied, rolling her eyes at being questioned again about this. "I'm telling you, it doesn't matter; that bottle cost you almost $100, I'm sure its fine." "There's a difference, b...
Author's note: This story did not fit into any neat category. There is group and one on one sex (hetero and homosexual) depicted. There is love and there is loss. If your idea of group sex is one guy with multiple women this may not be the story for you. On June 2, 1967 I graduated from high school. The next day I stuck my thumb out in a westerly direction...
Prologue Written by Stan It was a little more than two years after we agreed to a joint writing project that we met at my house to read the accounts that had been written by each of the five of us. During the intervening months I had read the stories from each of the participants (Patti, Connie, Robbie, BD and my own) and we had ongoing exchanges about the...