"Hello Aunt Karla..." "Hello, Joanna, whom do you want rubbed out?" "Wha...what are you talking about?" "Jo, ever since you were twelve years old, the only times you ever called me Aunt Karla, instead of just Karla, were when you wanted something. Now I know you can't possibly need money; you can't possibly need an abortion; you don't need my permission t...
I would like to credit Love2ReadInOR as my editor. * Raul sneered at me as he closed the padlock over my cuffs with a sickening click. "You stay right here, baby," he leered, "And as soon as I'm back I'll take care of you too." As if I had a choice; he had kidnapped me and was leaving me bound and naked. Each ankle tied to the opposite knee, forcing my thi...
On my return to college, swimming and volleyball tryouts took place during the first week of classes. Swimming was always my preferred sport and I easily qualified for a spot on the team. Always a marginal volleyball player on the high school level, volleyball on the collegiate level is an extraordinarily demanding and physical sport. Small nagging injurie...
1 I honestly didn't expect my second year of college to differ greatly from the first. Classes scheduled to begin around midday, parties on the weekends, various guys (or girls!) to occupy my evenings, a job (eventually) to cover the expenses my parents wouldn't – the usual. I was nearly done unpacking my stuff a couple hours after I'd arrived. Then I met m...
The following are the concluding paragraphs of Part 1...... It was Jessica's first real "lesbian" encounter as an adult, her previous experiences with other chicks having been limited to her high school days and the occasional drunken "female fuck" with a college friend after a night of hitting the bars. And to call it exquisite was a bit of an understatem...
The little fan on the shelf behind the counter whirred weakly as we all loitered around in a lazy huddle, half listening to Kevin's team agenda speech. It whirred, left and right, slowly like a frail old man - I swear that fan was on its last legs - and did the exact opposite of its function of keeping the room cool. I think it might've actually been circula...
Lusting for an older woman. * Author's Note I'm back in the slow-building romance mood again with a tale of two lovely women finding second chances in the middle of life. No college coeds or spankings here, just a sappy MILF love story with some first-time jitters. Enjoy!-Wax Philosophic * The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any res...
One wave of crystal blue ocean water after another, came rolling in and then without more than the most gentle of landings, rolled out. Each accompanied by no wind - no rain, only the most occasional sounding of bird, and footstep of jogger. Almost empty, the beach on which those waves crashed was, from the first grain of sand, to the last. In fact, for yard...
Chapter 1 Warm up and stretch. At 7.30 in the morning it was already too hot and I was finding it difficult not to fidget as sweat trickling down my back pooling between my butt cheeks and soaking into the top of my electric blue running shorts. I had recently started to run the trail path of NYC's Van Courtland Park with my friend Jessie. An older Domin...
"Lizzy!" She heard her mothers' voice calling but she didn't want to stop her stretching exercises. Her mothers frowning face appeared in the doorway and told her that she was to report to Mrs. Jamison's on Monday at 8 am. "You're the only student in the class and you'll meet at her home." her mother said. "OH GREAT!" Lizzy thought to herself sarcasticall...