INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Come back in time to the year 1961 and meet Marcie Shapiro and Ramona Rodriguez, two pretty 18-year-old high school seniors who live in a large mansion on Long Island. Jewish princess Marcie's super wealthy parents own the fine house, while hot Latina Ramona's mother is the live-in housekeeper, Ramona's origins in Brooklyn far mor...
We were still in school when my best friend started living with me and my parents. She had to move in with us due to family problems at home, so she had a certain vulnerability about her, yet at the same time a level of confidence that I lacked. Her name was Lily and she was 18 like me, half-Italian, of petite-build, with tanned skin, dark brown hair and bri...
Mrs. Taylor laughed to herself as she walked away from the phone booth. The good Mr. Rowland was in deep shit and he was going to find out soon. A good start to her evening she thought as she headed towards the bar to get a cab. There was one waiting and she stepped in, giving the driver the name of her hotel. Once in her room, she got out of her clothes, pa...
Hey readers :-) Please please please forgive me, I promise I'll make it up to you guys one way or another. Now, someone asked me what inspired me to write this story. Like the rest of my stories, in my dreams and music. Yep, you heard right. I dreamt most of my stories, and music that somehow relates to the dream inspired me even more. In this case, it was...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter One: "The Beginning" Caroline Walker, 26 years old, had been a widow now for a year. Her husband, Roger, had died in an auto accident and had left her with an 18 year old Step Daughter named Madison. Caroline was very petite with an angel face and a great body with light...
Janice Jenkins took a swig of cold beer and clicked with her mouse. Naked from the waist down, she sat on a tattered swivel chair (prop. her last employers) covered with an old towel that was already stained with cunt batter. Her jeans and boxers were bunched around her ankles as she leaned forward to inspect the screen. Ever since being fired from her job...
The sun was higher in the sky than Mandy was used to seeing when she was done delivering newspapers. She was one drop away from completing her newspaper rounds and the day was already getting very warm. She had slept in. School had ended yesterday and she stayed up last night celebrating her graduation with her sister. This morning she got ready and put a pa...
Chapter 7: Kelly Gets a Slave of Her Own Firstly I realize that this is part 7, not 6, it is coming, but its dammed long and complicated, and this part just seemed to come to me quicker, the story taking a life of its own. Secondly a big thanks to a special editor who's really helped in the writing of this story and hopefully more to come, thanks so much Ol...
The music started, the curtains parted, and Wanda Catron wobbled onstage in her four-inch platform heels. The spotlights flared in her eyes, almost blinding her. She reached to her left and found the brass pole. She held on a second, remembering to move her hips to the music. She twirled around the pole, and the trench coat she was wearing flared open, revea...
Liz sat sideways on the couch looking over its back and diagonally to peer between the living room, where they were watching television, and through the dinning room into the kitchen, where her mother was cleaning the dishes from that night's supper. Liz turned back towards Beth, her nearly life-long best friend, "Okay, I think we're okay." she whispered. Th...