I'm a fairly prolific write of romantic short stories.
I retired a couple of years back, having found that the time needed to maintain this whole thing was more than I could handle.
After some time off, I've returned, though I'm determined to keep the pace to something more easily handled.
I'm adding more material as I get the chance.
One apology. I've left some loose ends prior to my departure last year. If I get back to completing those stories, that would be great, but no promises. Just in case you can't handle that, look through this list for some explanations...
Alys marries Dom, and lives happily ever after.
Kaz gets her man, and keeps him.
Meg is an alien, and she has some talents Steve never dreamed of...
Hail eventually finds a man, and rescues him.
Amy wasn't at all upset at being cuddled by a naked Scott. He took advantage of it, and her. She was fine with that, too.
The other Paul is utterly besotted with Chris, and she forgives him for straying... eventually.
Matilda... well, you'll have to ask Tramp. :-)
Joe fell into a regular gig with Stella. It got kinkier as it went on...
Alice? Well, you know what happened to her in Wonderland...
That's it. I hope you're still here, and we're still friends. Now go find your partner / boy/girlfriend / spouse / lover / fuck buddy / neighbour and give them some fun.
It should be so familiar that it worries you... Extra points if you can tell me why. :-) Another classic story butchered in a way that only I can. :-) "He smiled, and pumped. I quivered. He bent his head down and quickly licked one of my nipples. I jumped, and when he managed to catch the other one on the next stroke I was committed to coming again."
I'd been married for a few years to a bastard disguised as a gentleman. I thought he was charming, despite his complete inability to tell the truth. After I threw him out, I kept to the house for a long time. No dating. No boyfriends. No sex. Well, not with anyone else. And I was happy, I thought!
Sometimes you just need to be sure... He's an old-fashioned guy in this one thing, and I think I love him a little more for it. His jeans are all buttons. Nothing zips or slides around his package, and I like to open the brass buttons one by one, my hands all over the emerging snake. He likes to wear smallish briefs underneath, and his cock peeks from the top as it realises we're going to play.
A conversation... Sorta... :-) A gift... In a way...
Quote:
Jude, how about I send you a present? Oh, good idea. What? When? Hold on. Hold on. A... sort of virtual present. Oh, sounds like a cop-out. Bet it's free!
No matter how well you plan, it's the unexpected things that are important. Quote: "Oh, God, before I met you I never knew that ironing was an erotic sport."
Laurie's husband had been injured in a horrific accident, and lay in a coma in hospital. But hospitals affect people in strange ways... [Quote:] Picking up speed, her fingers squeezed more tightly around him, pumping him now, determined, strict, disciplined. Pumping.
