Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Remember that the term 'teen' can refer to a person who is 18 or 19 years of age! This is the continuing saga of the Idol of Lesbos, which has been put to film by Margo Sullivan. I'm proud to say that my taboo story has succeeded in making headway into the adult industry. Enjoy a trip in...
Angela checked the address once again. She looked between the bars of the gate and gave one long, low whistle. Miss Rebecca Bingham was more than filthy rich. If she played her cards right, she could land a permanent position within those walls. Walking up to the guardhouse, she reviewed everything she knew about Miss Bingham. According to local rumor, her...
Stephanie looked at the frowning little face sitting next to her in the car. "Mom, why do I have to play soccer?" the face said in a protesting and whiny voice. Stephanie remembered when the face was much smaller. She was in a rocker holding the small face, fascinated at how when she smiled, the face smiled back at her. Books on child development told he...
Part 1 "Hey Laura, can I be cut?" Kelly asked. It was a little past 9:00 on a Sunday night and the restaurant was dead. She'd only had four tables all night long, and hadn't made enough off them to even justify her coming to work. She hated being the new girl. Furthermore, when she'd left for work five hours earlier, Jack and Jonathan had been playing volle...
Martine thrust a bite of scalloped veal into her mouth, chewed and swallowed quickly, then pointed her fork at Helen's lunch. "Aren't you going to eat any more of that?" Helen smiled wistfully down at her Caesar salad and shook her head. "I can't afford to have more than a morsel or two at lunch, dear. I can't burn it off the way you younger gals do." Mart...
All build up no delivery, laying groundwork. I picked my way up the narrow path between the top of the gorge and the moor with the open landscape on one side and the steep rocky slope falling away to the other. I'd been drenched down in the valley earlier in the afternoon, and apparently it had rained here too, so that the worn rocks of the path over which...
It's Friday night, close to 11pm. We drive through the screaming black night, Jamie, Toots and I. Hardcore house music pumps from the stereo. I lay half wasted on the back seat, my legs thrown across Toot's lap. I have a cigarette in one hand, a half - bottle of vodka in the other. My face is streaked with tears and mascara, my mind numb from all the beak an...
From as early as fourth grade it was obvious that sports and I did not get along. I was either too slow or not coordinated enough. Team after team would either cut me, or only allow me to play the minimum amount of time that was required. When teams were picked in gym class, I was almost always chosen last. My uncle observed my frustration, and took it upon...
P1-First Girl When our lips touched, it was pure sugar. I had only ever kissed men - hungry men with hard lips. Kathryn's lips were soft. Supple. Suckable. Her tongue darted into my mouth, delighting me with its pliant, and then rigid, explorations. It was so new, such a different sensation, to be kissed by a girl. I felt almost like I was drinking rich and...
When Ana returned to our quarters I was busy preparing for what the morrow would bring. "You were a long time, my darling," I commented. She came behind me and kissed my neck the way I loved. "Is that a new perfume my love?" I sighed. "I believe it is called eau de Tania," she laughed softly. "You saw us didn't you, you bad girl? Did you play with yourse...