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.
often a relationship is complex. Now and then, moving on is worse. "The naked jump from the bridge into the river. The rub of my panties against the hip of a nice teacher. The first fuck in a waterbed. The hot-tub party. The shave. The wrong number. The black boy. His uncle."
Distance makes... well, you'll see. "I leaned forward and took him in my own hand. He came for me then, his seed seeping over my fist, and I rubbed it back over him until he stopped me with a gasp."
A random encounter? Well, not quite. This story is the result of a whole lot of feedback. I assembled a list of buttons, and tried to push them all. Let me know if I pushed yours!
It's selfish and private. Quiet and alone. Hot and bothered. "I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop."
Sometimes, when you know how things are going to turn out... You lack imagination. "I climbed carefully out of the sleeping bag, and crawled over to Millie's bunk. She was already out of her sleeping bag, and lying on top of it in her underwear. She looked incredibly enticing in the gloom, and both the situation and her attitude were really getting to me. I lost the briefs on the way over. Millie saw, and by the time I crawled up next to her, she was naked too."
I was driving back to town one day, and I wrote this in my head. I was worried that I would forget it when I got home, but I got away with it. No, of course it's not for real!
