A story in the Wolferton Valley Universe
In the quiet suburbs of Wolferton Valley, a blinding flash lit up the sky seventeen years ago. Nine months later, 143 young women gave birth to extraordinary boys. Silas Thorne is a gifted jock with a body built for sin. Tonight he’s balls-deep in his mother Elara, while his jealous younger sister Mara listens from the next room. One flash changed everything. In Wolferton, forbidden desires run in the blood.
"When a woman dresses as an invitation, it's polite to accept," he said, and without warning, he slid his hand along the curve of her hip until it rested on her stomach. "Your husband must be proud to have such a temple to enjoy."
When Jennifer gets caught by an unexpected squall while hiking in the foothills, she takes shelter in a fortuitously located cabin. She's still drying out her wet clothes when the cabin's owner turns up. The title says it all, really, about what happens next. The sex in this story is somewhat rougher than I usually write, so please check the tags; I'd really hate to offend or upset anyone.
A young athlete, dreaming of making it to the Olympics, is forced into another world and a role he doesn't want. Very different to anything I've written before - hence a new penname - I'm listing this as No Sex for now, but that may change in future parts.
Still mourning the loss of his wife and the collapse of their shared dreams for the future, Jerry reluctantly attends a school reunion. There, a chance encounter with an old flame from his school days sparks a new beginning, one he never expected.
After settling uneasily into my horrid existence in this overcrowded jail cell, a reprieve came in the form of a shapely lingerie clad prostitute hired specially for our cell. When it was finally my turn, I was led out of the cell to have my turn with the sexy lady, but the sadistic prison warden had other ideas for it was a ruse so he could crush my hopes. The sadist tortured and humiliated me in front of the whore whom he subsequently fucked in front of me, her phat tits just out of reach.
Two years since the baby was born. Nate's jacket is on the hook by the door. His toothbrush is in the second slot of the holder. Sunday dinners at his parents', Mae running down the hall when she hears his car. Cole comes home in April. He texts her mom the day before. Final part of One Shots: Alicia