My dear reader, I hope you'll read part one, first, if you haven't done so. This part is much hotter and you'll need to be prepared. Thank-you for reading! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I came back, laughing about what she'd said. She started eating her banana in one piece...I watched her while slowly peeling my banana, and getting hotter and hotter... "Uh, b...
Special thanks to Livi for the translation. Without her my grammar would be awful. ******************************** The creaking sound of the coupé's door pulled me back to reality as if I was broken out from under the burst-opened water surface to suck the fresh air into my lungs. I instinctively glanced away from the countryside that rushed by the windo...
AUTHOR NOTE: If you like this hilariously grim little tale, read some of my other equally uninspired fiction: After the Party Daphne's New Life How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Carol Hitchcock A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad Screwing My Ex They came out in that order, and according to one reader, I got better as I went along, so do yourself a favo...
"On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain So I'll cherish the old rugged cross 'Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown" George Bennard ** Monday, 14...
--Preface-- Once again, thank you all for your feedback and comments -- they are what motivate me to keep writing! This one took a while to get across the finish line, so thank you for your patience (and encouragement!). This story has been percolating in my head for a while, and when I heard Paul Simon's Graceland on the radio one day, the lyrics helped m...
The first time I ever thought about another woman in a sexual way was about a year ago. My husband and I had been fighting a lot and it had been about a month since we had been intimate. A month may not be a terribly long time, but even when we did have sex it lacked any passion. We didn't have any time to ourselves so it was always a quickie while the kids...
The silver specked blue ball slid down the lane, its clockwise spin whirling over the glossy finish of the wood and oil until just past half way down the alley, then, like a perfectly honed knife it began to slice, turning away from the gutter and careening toward the sweet spot between the first and third pin. Well before the ball touched a single pin every...
This is a collaborative story collection. Additions by other authors are welcome. Think Flash Gordon, Barbarella, Barsoom, or the covers of dozens of cheesy pulp magazines. It's space opera with lasers and lesbians and spaceships and space-monsters and most of all super-powered super-hot women in scanty clothing. Readers, please comment. Not just about whet...
Back in her old room, Jen lay on the bed in the dark feeling sick; it was as if there was a huge gap where her stomach used to be, an aching void. It wasn't the locked door, the pitch darkness or the lack of control that bothered her, it was the powerful emotions that churned within her; she felt nauseous, she felt dizzy, she felt as if she were falling into...
All characters are over 18 years old. This story is about how Gail became the seductress she is. I really encourage you to read my first story "GTO" to understand fully who Gail is as I spent much more time on her background there. This story takes place at the beginning of summer between her Junior and Senior year of high school. As you read this, pleas...