This is a continuation of a story I wrote back in 2009 and submitted as Squirt and Her Cousins. It was submitted by me under the name of rbenne. ***** Chapter One It was a warm day in March when Sam entered the kitchen waving a poster. "Look Squirt I think you should register for this Trade Week. It's in Perth during our off season." Squirt read the po...
I'd be lying to you if I said that the thought of getting into bed with my new roommate Georgia, hadn't crossed my mind once or twice since she moved in. I seemed to have a new roommate every month, but that's how it goes when you live in Los Angeles. People are always coming here to make it big. This city eats a lot of them up quickly and their gone before...
Author's note: This story was written in November-December 2018, but the main portion is set in 2016 and 2017 because I wanted to include a certain historical event in the background. If you want to get straight to the sex without all that pesky background and character development, skip to chapter three. I would like to dedicate this work to the memory of...
Pt. 2 - Don't Fucking Stop by Holly Lori Annalee Previously on The Dream Girls: Extremely hot and perfect-looking Instagram influencers Kim and Jessa got bored waiting in their glamorous hotel suite, so they started fucking. Kim was savagely fisting Jessa's throat on the couch when Jessa's stupid phone started ringing in her room. ***** Jessa got up on h...
This is a work of fiction, set in a very real time period. I have tried to faithfully present this remarkable point in history, in both the details and historical accuracy. This tale is not meant not be revisionist history, nor even speculative "what if". It is meant only for enjoyment and I hope it fits that billing. CET With a roar of its powerful engi...
Five days after the party — four days before Christmas — I sat in a cafe near my work, watching Phoebe walk in. She was wearing a light blue summer dress, suited to the warmth of the day; it didn't have quite the same zing as the Little Black Dress of the other night, but it looked good on her all the same. And when she spotted me in the corner, her face bri...
Margot knew she'd made a fool of herself. She'd blushed like a teenager, stuttering like an imbecile. It only took two gray eyes, set in a silent, smiling face to turn her into a helpless puppet. She, a thirty-seven-year old woman, an experienced, professional waitress had stood frozen in the mocking headlights of a flirty customer. It should have annoye...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past. As the reader, I leave it up to you to decide the year or decade. For starters, you might enjoy reading Shari Holds a Torch--also please check out Shari Takes a Wife. This story features large age differences and student-teacher dynamic. If this sort of story is not your thing, skip this. For everyo...
As the day wound down, the already small crowd had thinned to a faithful few consisting mostly of parents of the college girls competing in the final few events. One of the spectators didn't have a daughter involved in the track meet, she was only a fan, not so much of track and field but a fan of one of the competitors. When Laurie Alger first started atte...
Ding! Still gnawing at the end of my pen, mind racking the PR crisis in front of me, I lazily grabbed my phone but before I reached it, my best friend, Willow, snatched it like a cheetah. She plopped down in the plush chair across from my desk and squealed. "Oh my gosh, Diana! You've got a Catch! He looks like a hottie too!" she exclaimed, quickly unlocki...