The night before Jack came for dinner we had had families around for a barbecue. After the meal, the photo albums had come out for the usual laughs, memories and so on. We have about 20 of them, albums that is, not families, neatly maintained by me. I am not a bad semi-amateur photographer and looking after the family snapshots has fallen to me. My wife, Er...
Morale of the story -- be careful what you ask for; you may get it. Or maybe dreams do come true. Readers, as you scroll through and read this story consider a few things. First, I'm writing this adventure while I sit in my leather chair drinking oatmeal stout beer mixed occasionally with a shot of Jack Daniels. And for your reference to my character - I'm...
Veespering to the Professor 1. ProfessorXxX: I have a lot of fantasies, but you are halfway around the world. Veesper: Well... one day, perhaps. ProfessorXxX: Perhaps. He could feel his heart beat faster as he slowly turned his attention away from the dim light of his laptop. He has been chatting with Veesper for quite a while now and this was the first...
*Author's note: I would like to thank PrincessAmelia for her efforts editing this story. She made it easier to read, and therefore much more enjoyable for you, the reader.* I met someone in New Orleans online, who just got out of a divorce from an abusive husband. She told me that she never had anyone ever go down on her ever. So, it inspired me to write...
To the reader: Yes! At last, it is another story in the Jason Garrett series! In the nearly five months since I last wrote a story in this series, I have had a number of requests for another one. This story is set approximately six months after the events of Northridge Exposure. Erin: So after Jason and I went to Hawaii for our honeymoon, I had always kind...
It was a beautiful Sunday in New Orleans. The sun was peeking over the horizon as Bryan found his start wave for the marathon he was about to run. He was trying not to focus on the butterflies in his stomach as he prepared to run his first marathon. His blue running shirt and black shorts felt great on him as he prepared for the greatest challenge he's faced...
Some years ago, I played a little trick on my lover that I would like to relate to you. We were in bed naked, nose to nose, chest to chest, hips to hips, toes to toes. We were enjoying each other in foreplay as a prelude to making love, when I said to her: "We should go for the Guinness Book of World Records." "What do you mean," she queried. She started t...
Next day I had that experience of having woken from a dream, grasping at a memory but unable to reach it. I was in the shower before I was able to coherently remember the team night out, and make a timeline out of what had happened. Not how or why it had happened. I couldn't make sense of that, but definitely what. I have no illusions about my desirabilit...
Hi Litsters, The inspiration for this story struck me out of the blue. This is my second go at Erotic Horror and I hope it does far better than the first effort. As always, leave your votes and comments on the way out. DISCLAIMER -- This story is in the Erotic Horror category for good reason. What happens ahead is dark, twisted and will probably leave you...
To the reader: There is no sex in this story. It's the story of a brief encounter between two men at the gravesite of the woman they both loved, each in their own way. Please remember, this is fiction. ******** "Grant your forgiveness oh Lord, to the soul of your servant Samantha that, being dead to this world, she may live now to you alone, and whatever s...