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The Pet 1 - Arrival She wakes with a start. Her eyes roam and her memory returns. She is in the bath, and must have dozed off in the warm embrace of the water



Note from the author: I am not a new writer; however, I am a new writer on this website. This is the first story I am posting and I am hoping to post more sequels to this story
A PREQUEL TO ‘TOO MUCH RED WINE’ and RENE This my true account of living in the hinterland of St.Tropez, in the South of France, and before I met up with the beautiful Weimeraner, René. It is purely an account of a lesbian, and her strait-laced, hetro, married woman
COUSINS –OUR STORY – Chapter 2 Romance, incest, male/female, softcore This story is a biography, based on fact (as best as I can remember – events that were unexpected, special and unforgettable) with interwoven fiction. It covers a number of years BACKGROUND TO OUR STORY………


Lets go down the pub for drink, said Frank on the telephone, its been a while since we saw Seamus at the White Castle. Now the thought of going for a beer was appealing but going to the White Castle was another thing
Long before the week passed, the last memories of Garret leaked. Aside from the feelings, it was all I had to remember that night: An experience that lit a little candle inside of me, a tiny flame that burned in me, causing me to fall asleep fantasizing about doing it again
Eric slips into Donna's house quietly. Easing up the stairs, tripping twice of course, to her room he passes Midge and Bob's bedroom and stops to listen. Good! All quiet. Since no one pays any attention to Bob he doesn't even realize that Bob is gone on business anyway
Ian whiled away the accursed daylight in sleep and dreams….waiting until he could see Shay again. He rose from his dark crypt and stole into the main part of the house with unnatural stealth and quietness



INTRODUCTION: I used to write for a website which specialized in a genre known as ‘spanking-romance’ stories. The format, as the publisher explained to me, was “Boy meets girl, boy spanks girl, they live happily ever after


Some people call it bondage, but whatever it’s called it all started as a teasing dare. They loved to arouse each other whenever they were apart. On the phone they would tease each other until one or both of them needed to hang up
It was a regular day about 10:30 am when I went outside to get the morning paper from my porch. It was a saturday. As I looked up I notice a new neighbor was moving in across the street. From what I could see she was gorgeous



Jim Horn rode his horse down the trail at a steady pace. Anyone unfortunate enough to be out in the blistering heat watching him would have seen a sturdily built, sun browned man of slightly above average height
It was snowing when he closed up shop. He looked up into the grey sky, trying not to feel anything. The snow always reminded him of Julie. Just another reason to hate this time of year



“Do you love me?” I asked Jeff. My name is Jennifer. Jeffrey, Jeff for short, and I are best friends. We lived close to each other since birth, attended the same schools, and hung out together



The next morning we realized we had fallen asleep on the sofa after sex. We went upstairs and took a shower together. Cindy got down on her knees and grabbed my cock which instantly got hard. She put it in her mouth and started sucking