Note: This is set in England using English words - it also features male-female and male-male activities. Please don't read it if you don't like these things. We'd met several times in our local pub on a Friday night. There were various couples used to come down to listen to the live music, and we'd exchanged a few words and smiles now and again. So we kind...
The more I learn of Ambrosia Ranch, Anya, the more I think I should regret. I don't know what I've gotten myself into. I should be terrified. I should be looking for a way out. But I can't shake this feeling... I think there's a part of me that thinks this might finally be something worthwhile I can do with my life. And part of me is terrified of that other...
"I can't believe that asshole! It's a blizzard out there, how could he make you stay late?" Jenny said, he voice tinny and distant from April's cell-phone. April looked up at the fat, gray clouds, almost impossible to see through the veil of snow falling around her as she walked down the street. "It's my own fault, I didn't even say no." April replied. "Bu...
Psyche stared at the sex driven male Dalls that were butting heads over the females and felt her heart sink. How was she supposed to collect their wool without shooting? It wasn't in her nature to go hunting; she considered it to be a sport of mendacity where the hunter had definite advantage of the gun over the hapless prey. There was no real victory in tha...
On cool, cotton sheets, she sleeps alone. Her pale form in foetal position, her long, raven hair splayed out on the pillows. No trace of the day’s trials and tribulations remain, only on the cotton wool in the waste paper basket. After a time she stirs in the silence of a spell. Then she breathes, but the cool, cotton sheets have given way to gardens, where...
Fourteenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Latina and Frank really had to hurry last night. They had less than 15 minutes, from the time they arrived home from work, to change and wolf down a snack, before tearing out the door again, to take their son Bobby to his practice baseball game, at the local park. They would, of course, both stay...
My room was bright and spacious and in addition to my bed and a cupboard also contained a writing desk that I could use for my studies. I lived in great comfort compared to most of my fellow students. My mature landlady was very supportive and encouraged me to take my studies seriously. It was a bit strange to share a flat with mature woman who in many ways...
All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 6... By now Heather had been having me quite regularly, when one Tuesday she asked if I could stop by after school on the Thursday, as she had a special surprise for me. I was looking forward to it...
Author's note: This chapter is full of plot development (a little reward for those of you who have been patiently waiting), and hopefully you find it as entertaining to read as it was for me to write. * "I want you to pack your things tonight, Gerard. It is time for us to go home." Mrs. St. Claire was standing in the doorway of Gerard's room, looking som...
Chapter 14. Heather's weekend comes to a climax. All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 13... When I arrived round again on Saturday night - it was about 6.30 or so - I was surprised to hear voices from inside as Heather opened the door....