A story for Valentine's day. An older story I did some time ago. It is sickly sweet and has no sex. Very short story about an average guy, a letter carrier, and a woman on his route. No descriptive sex.
The story is that of a 30 year old man who is taken back 60 years to wartime Britain,through some fluke and finds himself in the body of an eighteen year old boy, with a glamorous mother and girlfriend In his own way he made a significant contribution to winning the war. He had many affairs and many adventures in war time Britain.
He was a former Marine with a past that caused him trouble. She also had a past that troubled her. Together they healed each other. NOT a stroke story although there's a little mild sexual content.
A Making of a Gigolo Story Martha's husband was a worthless drunk, and everybody knew it. She wasn't used to attention from a man, and when Bobby gave it to her, it caused her to do some things she hadn't intended to. / (Reviews)
Wanda finds a book on hypnosis in her son's room and soon learns who his 'subject' is to be. Pretending to be under his spell Wanda discovers just how far he will take a willing subject.
In a quiet Indian village, Meera lives with her father-in-law, Bhairav Singh. He’s a retired soldier. Her husband, Karan, serves in the army. One day, everything changes. Officers arrive with heartbreaking news. Karan has died in action. After the funeral, Meera finds a diary of Bhairav, his secrets buried deep.
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An Arts Ardane Story Part of the Danica's World universe
Danica has always felt as though she lived her life in her sister's shadow. She struggles with her magic, as a student with a grudge against her, and Devan, plots revenge. Along the way, Danica discovers the wonders of sex for the first time, though darker discoveries await her as well. (mf=16-17 yrs.)
In classic tennis white -- white shorts, matching tank top, and sneakers -- she was eye catching. Her black shiny hair fell softly around her face. It was thick and I had to resist the urge to run my fingers through the luscious strands. And her glasses were gone. Her dark brown eyes seemed to draw me in like mirrors in reverse; and I decided I wanted to spend hours looking into them.