Jamie Carson almost missed the turnoff. The drive was hidden from the main road by the growth of trees and brush. He turned down the narrow, grass-covered lane and after several hundred yards, he came to an opening and saw the cottage. Set far back from the road and tucked into a bend of the nearby river, the place was both rustic and private. Surrounded by local conservation land, there wasn't another neighbor for at lea...

The two of them bounded up the stairs to her bedroom. With the door closed behind them they turned to each other and kissed. His hand went under her skirt and her hand went straight to his bulge. His fingers pressed into her panties pushing them inside her vulva. “Fuck you’re wet,” he told her. Her fingers found his zipper and quickly worked its way inside and took hold of his huge cock. Mark groaned and cried out ‘let’s...

I consider myself a lucky man to have Barbara as my wife. She was a 5'1", 102-pound petite package of feminine perfection. She was of Sicilian descent and had dark hair, sparkling brown eyes, a gorgeous smile, and a perfect, slender figure. Barbara's little bottom was tight and shapely, and I loved her breasts and erect nipples. In addition, she had a warm and playful personality that made men and women fall in love with...

Chapter 10: Family Reunion Between House Owens and House Redle It had been a long, and grueling, five years since moving into their homes, and Braedon and Damian's family finally managed to reserve enough time between impregnations to have their first family reunion. This was due in part to the exemplary efforts of Dr. Beccy Owens, her fellow Reproductive Medicine wife doctors at the other houses, and the global community...

The Cessna 180 came down hard on the water, the waves causing it to buck and pitch. The landing might have been successful had not a pontoon brushed against an unseen outcrop of coral just below the water's surface. The airplane lurched onto its side, perching on the coral and rocking unsteadily. "We have to get out of here now," shouted the pilot, whose name was Gaston, as he attempted to open the door. One of the passen...

The Dare The letter came in the mail, a small, neatly hand-addressed envelope, almost hidden amongst the junk mail and bills that makes up 95% of what I get.  There was no return address but the postmark was local.  I get so few real letters now, what with Facebook and emails, that it was the first piece I opened.  How many people can identify the instant their life turned in a new direction?  I can.  It was the moment I...

The letter came in the mail, a small, neatly hand-addressed envelope, almost hidden amongst the junk mail and bills that make up ninety-five percent of what I get.  There was no return address but the postmark was local.  I get so few real letters now, what with Facebook and emails, that it was the first piece I opened.  How many people can identify the instant their life took a new trajectory?  I can.  It was the moment...

“Ace,” Denise said as she tossed out a card. “Ten,” I countered. I was playing War, the card game, with my friend Denise Wright on a warm summer afternoon. We had graduated high school a couple weeks before and had the summer free until university started. Denise’s parents were away so we had her house to ourselves. “Mine. Five.” “Three.” “Mine. Seven.” “Seven.” War is one of those silly, mindless card games that one norm...