*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* Mrs. Duvalier was driving Mindy Campion crazy. The young woman was renting a room in the old woman's home, one hundred a week. But Mrs. Duval...
Deb never really got my sense of humor. When she found out my real name was Love, she got bitchy. "Why did you say your name was Silversmith?" "Because I always liked the name. Sometimes I'm Goldberg. Sometimes I'm Jones. It's just a game." "You're a little off, you know that, right?" I had to agree with her. Elsa taught me that, playing games. "Sometim...
(Author's note: this story deals with some very gritty and harsh subject matter. This is not for those looking for a straightforward sex story. There are many themes that some people might find objectionable, but to reveal them might give away parts of the story prematurely. If you continue reading, please keep this warning in mind.) (This is the first of a...
Author's Note: This story is for the Pastiches de Oggbashan Story Event. It's a retelling of Ogg's story Birth and Death. Caroline was a shovel and a few body parts away from being Victor Frankenstein. She could have taken up watercolors. A nice glass of powder blue water at her side as she dipped delicate brushes, swiped off the excess and filled in penc...
This is the eighth installment of the "In a World..." series, detailing the erotic journey of Ginnifer and Rick. This narrative can stand alone, but it's at its best when read in the slowly-building sequence. This is also a cross-category story that leans deepest into the prurient parts of the "Loving Wives" category. More sensitive readers should check the...
I think this is the end of the line for this series. I have lots more chapters sketched out but time is always short and I want to work out a few other ideas I have. ********************** ********************** Curtains were a luxury she didn't have in Kurdistan. As soon as the sun came up, bright-white sunlight streamed round the edges of the badly fit...
Frankie stood on the porch of what was Mrs. Young's house. Behind the door before him, was the house where he learned how to make love to a woman. A year before, he was a high school graduate with some scholarships and lawn mowing money he'd spent four years earning getting ready to attend college. He was also a virgin. That, however, was the only thing he w...
I felt the butterflies as I crested the old familiar hill and saw Elmwood spread out across the prairie. I was still several miles away from my exit on the interstate, but in this part of the country you can see a long way, especially from a high vantage point. For the most part, it was just as I had remembered it. There was the chemical plant on the south...
Pam and I used to take a week's vacation every winter to escape to a warm island in the Caribbean. Our destinations varied from condos, to cruises to all-inclusive resorts. On our 13th Anniversary the trip was to Sandals Negril. And we had a little encounter with the locals there. At about 5PM the first day at Sandals we noticed the guests at Hedonism II wo...
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME BACK TO SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XXX!! I am your host, Murray Alders, joined once again by the ineffable Lance Hardstyle!" Lance swaggers up beside Murray in the announcers' booth, stroking his thick beard. He's wearing a plush, furry vest and oversized sunglasses. "You watch your mouth, Alders!" he growls flexing his muscular arm...