So much had happened. So much has changed. It's hard to find your way back to where you once were when you've been caught in the dark for so long. Your instinct takes over and almost all of who you are is pushed aside so that your primal nature can guide you out into the light. You do things you would never have done. The problem is not in finding one's way...
They were freshmen college students, away from home, looking for a way to make some money. "I'm really not interested in working fast food..." Sarah said, while examining a page of classified ads. Sarah was a little less than five feet tall, with short curly black hair and the largest brown eyes that any man had ever peered into. She bit the end of her penc...
Every man is a voyeur. We like to look. Voyeurism is cerebral and man is a creature of raw instincts. I could recount dozens of times when a flash of a nipple, a wet shirt, a wind blown skirt exposing panties made me hard, triggering off a fantasy, a desire for a sexual adventure of raw lust. Other times it has been even more interesting, when time provid...
Josie wasn't too good at domestic chores or taking orders. Her father had tried to teach her some discipline but as a teenager she had rebelled. So here she was a wanderer in search of something, not knowing what. She had been moving from place to place, living frugally, and slowly spending the inheritance. Somehow she had taken to Pete so moved in, with m...
The prisoner gave Laura a devilish smile before whispering gently to her. Loki: So Dr.? Fury never gave me your name... Dr. Laura Olsson: it is better that you know nothing Asgardian. I prefer my creatures to know nothing of me until after I am finished testing them and finding out everything that makes them tick. Laura looked up to the tall prisoner wit...
*** So they parted badly and neither one wants to see the other. So what? That doesn't matter at all to his mother. She'll fix that right up, not that she'd dream of interfering. ~grin~ A little more about the mysterious Dahlgren. 0_o --------------- Book of the Merren Part 3 It was early-morning and he was tired, riding slowly up the long path from the...
Thank you loyal followers and welcome new readers. If you like what you read please VOTE and COMMENT. I love to know the stories are appreciated. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults. ***** UNDER THE OLD OAK TREE They finally arrived at the church. Everyone was seated and the service had begun as Jocelyn shuffled do...
My name is Frank and I'm almost forty years old. My wife, Dawn, is five years younger than I am. I'm about 5-10, 195 and relatively fit. The biggest signs of my age are my thinning hair (which I keep cut short) and my waning stamina. Dawn has had two children, is about 5-07 and full figured. She's far from fat, but she's not one of those disgustingly skinny...
Dear Readers, Thanks for returning. I hope you are enjoying this little tale. Please leave any comments, good or bad, about your thoughts. I love hearing them. Thanks to Already Taken for her much-appreciated editing skills. Enjoy! Titania ****** "I hope you have lost your good looks, for while they last any fool can adore you, and the adoration of foo...
The following weeks were difficult not only for Vanessa but for everyone in the office. She was, as one person put it, constantly on the 'war path'. These were periodic moods of hers, and, unknown to her associates and subordinates, always corresponded to those times, when she went 'prowling' and let out her 'Nessa' personality. In the wake of this past exp...