"Life sounds like a boring science fiction movie, we're going to see A United Kingdom instead," Afsane Yanehsari said haughtily, and she looked triumphantly into her boyfriend Rover Jefferson's soulful brown eyes, knowing that he was going to cave in to her demands. Just like he always did. Rover hesitated and licked his lips, a thoughtful look on his face....
As always, this story is pure and total fiction so; remember that anything CAN and usually DOES happen in a fictional story. One more thing, this story is dedicated to two of the kindest, most sincere people that I know, and I won't mention their full names because they know who I'm talking about, don't you, Peter and Trish? LOL! As far as everyone else is...
Grace looked at the naked reflection staring back at her, and wondered who that saggy, wrinkled old lady could be, for it couldn't be her. But of course, she knew it was her and she couldn't believe where her youth had gone. When she and Hank had married thirty-five years ago, Grace had a striking figure with beautiful skin that she had worked hard to keep....
Chapter 15 She took a deep breath to calm herself before grabbing her briefcase and getting out of her little Neon. She slammed the door a trifle too hard and took another deep breath. Last night had been the worst. She had come home, thinking that she would work herself into a coma. It hadn't worked that way. She should be exhausted. Normally would be exh...
After my first successful CFNM moment at my doctor's office, I was totally hooked. I was naive (in many ways I still am), and I had no idea how to look for other opportunities to flash myself besides waiting for another year for another physical exam with my female doctor. Well, that's almost exactly what I did. I patiently waited for one whole year for an...
It had been two months now since Scott and Candy had last seen each other. For Scott, the first six weeks were the roughest, he was unhappy in his terrible marriage and he missed his lover so much it hurt. But then, he had an epiphany. If he was unhappy, why continue to do the same exact things that were making him unhappy? Why be married to a woman who used...
Gina Rockridge sat in the old, rusted, nearly collapsing folding chair, next to the equally disheveled folding table in the middle of her kitchen. Her face was buried in her hands as her tears flowed from her eyes, down her reddened cheeks crashing onto the ugly, cracked, black and white tiles that checkered the floor. She was at her wits end. It was the...
She couldn't take it any longer. She had to see him at work. She quickly dressed in his favorite white sundress. She smoothes the dress and evaluates her reflection in the mirror. She can't help but to feel all naughty having no underclothes on. Her long auburn hair pulled out of her face, she takes on last look and winks at her reflection. "Perfect" she s...
The first thing I have to point out about this story is that it is complete fiction. The mechanism, the massage shop and the massage ladies described in this story are entirely figments of my imagination, so please don't ask me where you can get this experience. I don't think it exists in the 'real world'. As usual this is my original work and I reserve all...
Sorry for the brief post. Both organizations mentioned in this part of the story are organizations worthy of your support. Drop me an e-mail if you'd like more information. As always, comments, criticisms and votes appreciated. WHB Song 14 Eternal Father, Strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bid'st the mighty Ocean deep Its own appoi...