Author's note: This pre-1890 historical romance tells of actual notable people. All sex involves live humans aged 18+, even the whores AFAIK. The text contains casual racism and sexism and very little explicit human sex; if you object, stop reading. Plant sex is pretty muted too. Stilted speech patterns are intentional. Views expressed are not necessarily th...
Author's Note: My warmest thanks to Ronnie Wachuka for his help and lending a male perspective to this entire story. My thanks also to my friend Gloria. In this chapter, there are things that are not viewed as priestly demeanor. I do not apologize for these, but rather say that friends of mine that are Priests have told me that chastity, poverty and obedie...
This story is a work of fiction. The actions of the characters and the results of those actions, may, therefore, not be in keeping with reality; especially the legal stuff. There is not much sex. ***** My wife fucked him on the high seas... But he who fucks last fucks best. Her name was Catherine and she died at 2:18 in the afternoon. In three more days...
"Not this again," Abigail sighed. "What happened to being patient and waiting until the time is right?" "I have waited, and the time is right," Kennedy said flatly. "I still think we should wait," I said. "Do you know how long something like this takes?" "Yeah, I know exactly how long it takes," Kennedy said matter-of-factly. "I timed it." It seemed that...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: You're welcome. *** Good food, a bottle of wine and a burning candle between us. I'd been looking forward to this for a long time. I looked at her from across the table and was captivated by her piercing green eyes. Her foot playfully brushed against mine under the table and she spoke in that soft, sweet voice of hers. "London is amazing t...
Dispirited is the word. I was dispirited. Luckily, the Friday after my short meeting with Molly was a very busy day. So, I threw myself into work, and tried to make sure that I was as busy as possible. I noticed that Carole must have picked up on my mood, because she didn't say a word about her soap opera, but she just mothered me all day, making sure that s...
All characters depicted in this story are over eighteen years of age. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I was not happy to say the least. It was the summer before my senior year of high school, I had just turned eighteen, and how was I going to spend it? Working on my grandparent's farm in the middle of nowhere. I was...
I am Jessica's husband Tony. We have been married for just over ten years. I work as an engineer in aerospace. No I am not a rocket scientist. I design airframe components for fighter jets. My job requires me to go out on site at times to test gear installed on jets that are still secret-classified. Jessica is a research specialist for a stock broker...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Bob goes home Wednesday morning was very busy on the ward rounds, which slowed down the doctors' passage through the list of patients. Tommy waited nervously for them to arrive, as he felt fit and eager to get out after ten days stuck inside. The wound in his chest, where the lung drain had been the previous week, was healing up nicely and...
The morning breeze wafted into the three occupied bedrooms in their suite. Aleka was wrapped around Rashad's hard body while Diane and Michelle nuzzled Chris' spectacular frame. Both women were becoming addicted to the monstrous pipe between his legs. Lori was lovingly bringing Jamal to life with the softest and sweetest of blowjobs. Her lips smiled around...