Note: I originally started writing this story with the intention of submitting it for the Valentine's Day contest. Unfortunately, I found that I write a bit like how my dog, Tiger, eats a baby carrot. She won't devour it the way she would, let's say, a bacon treat (and who can blame her? bacon is irresistible), she takes her time with the carrot; it's more o...
Lord, what do I tell him? Rhea stared at Jonas as he slept. He had slept over twenty minutes ago after much persuasion and assurances that all was well. She supposed she should be grateful, he had literally rescued her from the claws of a hungry predator. But his act of chivalry had come with a price. This was what had kept her away from home. She didn't w...
This story takes place in the same area as 'Conversations with Amy' and 'What a Man Needs'. You don't have to read those to follow this. The main character here, Donna, had a bit part in CwA and one day I thought of her visiting Jessie's shop. Sometimes these characters seem to have a life of their own! Jeeez! Please enjoy, any and all feedback is welcome a...
Chapter 4 Donna returned to the spare bedroom where Ken was still waiting on the couch after conducting her daily milking session using the erotic vacuum milking bra, but she had changed into one of her sexy vintage mid-fifties outfits similar to the one she wore last week. It had worked perfectly in helping Ken produce an excellent, extra-large semen donat...
I opened my eyes and saw Anne lying on her side looking at me lovingly with a sweet smile on her face. "How long have you been awake?" "Long enough to get over feeling that yesterday was only a dream and convince myself that I'm the luckiest person in the world. I love you Carl. I love you so much that I feel like a little girl again; that everything is ne...
"Come back to bed baby..." Brent stood at the window looking out over the multicolored displays of the Vegas skyline, fingering the worn string of beads around his neck and wondering what ever happened to the old man who had changed his life forever. It had been nothing; a simple act of generosity -- something that anyone would have done -- but it had trigg...
___________ 9 ____________ By seven O clock that night, Andrea and I were dancing to the music which was blaring out of Ricky and Brenda's outside stereo system, along with dozens of other couples. The weather for that day had been warm and we had really started to enjoy ourselves as the evening progressed. Everyone had been well fed and there were probably...
Sorry it took so long to continue this story, I had several inquiries as to when I would finish it. Now with things settled in my personal life I can finish this story, I hope it meets with your approval, for those of you this is your first read, read part 1. Thank you for all the input I have received on all my stories I really do appreciate it. * As midn...
Do you remember back in junior high school when, all of a sudden, girls were no longer the bearers of cooties but were objects of attraction and longing? My epiphany was a girl named Janet Pell, but she was known as Jan. She had dark hair and bright blue eyes that were mesmerizing to me. To me she was beauty personified...I loved this girl despite hardly kno...
Day Six: The Third Island Up and out to breakfast. The food was great. We had to hurry as we were to go swimming with the stingrays. I had purchased another roll of film for the underwater camera. Rolls of film are actually hard to find in the islands. We smoothly made it through security and out to the waiting bus. We were old hands at this by now. Swimmin...