Author's Note: The following is an "alternate ending" to this story. Some of my readers have told me that the end of Chapter 4 left them feeling the story was incomplete so I offer this chapter as a way of finishing the story and bringing it to a more appropriate ending. A few days later, Elizabeth brought the mail in from the mailbox by the front gate. In the mail that day was a magazine addressed to Peter. It was in a b...

The next morning Elizabeth woke up to discover herself in his bed. Once again he was already up and in the kitchen enjoying his first cup of coffee when she came in.  "Good morning!" Peter said, "Want a cup - it's freshly made?" "Please," she said softly. She sat down at the table and he brought her cup and sat down as well. "How are you feeling this morning?" he asked, trying to hide the smirk on his face. "I'm a little...

Peter hadn't been with a woman like this in a long time. His practice and his own inward shyness had kept him from most social interactions - especially intimate ones. But Beth's bold advances had shown him that the soft warmth of a woman's touches could be quite pleasant and now he wanted more.  Peter gave himself over to just enjoying Beth even if it was wrong. She obviously had needs as well and if he could satisfy bot...

The next morning, Elizabeth woke to the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. For a couple seconds, she wasn't sure where she was or how she got there. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Then she saw her empty suitcases stacked neatly in a corner and it clicked. She felt relief wash over her and she got out of bed. Without a nightgown (she had forgotten to pack hers), she wore only an oversized sleepshirt and her p...

Elizabeth McGowan sat in the waiting room of the psychiatrist's office, wringing her hands nervously. She didn't want to be there, but she had been ordered by the court on a referral by her former psychiatrist who could do no more to help her. A couple weeks earlier, Elizabeth had been arrested when the bartender of the establishment she was in called the cops after learning she was blowing and fucking guys in the restroo...

I had always been an innocent girl. It’s not that I was afraid or didn’t like boys or sex, it was that I genuinely didn’t know. I wasn’t brought up particularly sheltered, and I knew about boys and girls, it’s just that I was innocent, too innocent. I had just turned twenty-two and my mother decided that enough was enough. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t mature enough or something like that, but I was oblivious to the opposit...

Diane and I have been married for a little over ten years now, having met while in college. For our tenth anniversary this year, I bought my loving wife a very special present. You see, my Diane loves sex - I mean she really LOVES sex. She describes herself as a nymphomaniac, although she has never been "officially" diagnosed as such. But that doesn't matter she acts like one and that's where the problem lies. Now I know...

Toby's head swung around when he heard the shriek come from somewhere above him in the tree. He and Riana had come to the village for the weekend to relax and visit with the other fairies there. But what he saw happening in the air above him seemed to be anything but relaxing. Riana was hovering in midair and seemed to be slapping another sprite as hard as she could. Not just one indignant slap, either. She was slapping t...