Here's an edit of Chapter One and the new Chapter Two * Chapter One Sirens Look at me, can't you tell by my blush it's enough just to remember, to sink down deep into the heat of that summer, to relive moist memories like naughty invitations. Where Sally and Jill, Milly and Janie, and me--lucky Julie--spent that summer waitressing at Crabbies, when we be...
Chapter Fifty-Three My weekend after the Aberdeen trip was a quiet one. I got back to Skipton early Saturday afternoon and, due to my nerdish nature, went straight in to work. And worse confessions are yet to come: on Sunday I was swotty all day as well as nerdish. My excuse is that by then I was into the final furlong of my academic career. Yes, my blitzk...
Dee's knowledge of Jack grows, but so does her dependence on drugs, as well as her appetite for exhibitionism. It helps to read Chapter 7. Please vote and send feedback! Thanks. "Ah... Gaawwd... Jaaack!" I groaned, as he drove his cock deeply into me. It was 9:30 in the morning and we'd arrived a half-hour earlier at the hotel where he was to be the luncheo...
Chapter 9: Wood For Sheep January is my favourite time to work. It's so quiet while everybody else is off on holiday, and I can get stuff done without constant distraction. It was especially welcome the year we joined Preussler-Kennedy, giving me the chance to settle into the new office without having to deal with all the new people at the same time. Chan...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – Welcome to 1988 and the Long Island town of Pine Tree Park where weird people do weird things and bad girls do bad things – with each other. Allison Johnson, an attractive blonde real estate broker, is the undisputed Queen Bee of the PTA and has a seemingly ideal life. However, as she has entered her 40s, Allison has been noticin...
Lauren found her roommate in front of her computer aghast at what she was seeing. On the screen some whackjob preacher was saying how the world was doomed to end in a week and a half. Lauren knew her roommate was a bit strange in the religion department, but she had no clue that she was this gullible. "Oh no!" Christy said as she heard her friends footste...
There I was sitting in the stands of a roller derby bout. Who would believe it? Me, Alice Watson, a forty year old, mother of two, professional insurance adjuster sitting in the stands at a roller rink amongst the slobs, perverts and general lowest common denominators of society. I felt terribly out of place but I didn't care. It was where I wanted to be. Th...
I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story. This is the fifth of the ten in...
For perhaps the sixth time that morning, Jackie Esposito reread the bulletin board classified on her computer screen. As she had the previous five times, she slowly shook her head. What had ever possessed her to write such an ad? Silently, she read it again. "Married White Female - 20. Brooklyn, NY Bi-curious. Looking for an understanding lesbian or bi-woma...
[Authors Note: The term cunny is prevalent in the anonymous erotic fiction of Edwardian England. It is roughly analogous to the word pussy and is used in this manner. None of my research revealed a similar term that is congruent with the time period of this story, which is late 17th century. If any of my readers know of a less anachronistic term I would grea...