"When you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him." George R.R. Martin "Are you trying to manipulate me? It's working." Bridget Moynahan ***** Steve Jones. Even his name was anonymous. Pretty much everything about Steve was as non-descript as...the midsize Ford sedan he drove. No, he did NOT drive a Fusion because he was in the nucle...
When the story of Psycho went from Robert Bloch's novel to Alfred Hitchcock's 1960 movie, significant and cinematically effective revisions were made. In this writer's opinion, some of these changes were adaptations from the Richard Fleischer movie Compulsion released the previous year. Real life people and events inspired the novels of both Psycho and Comp...
He told me he would return – and that he would bring a friend, again – plus, he said I have a license to fuck...and he's a police officer, so I guess he would know. I am not certain how many times they returned in tandem since that first night. At first I was not counting...just loving every minute of it. Sometimes it was Officer Perkins and Officer Josh. S...
Assignment #4: Bring yourself to orgasm without using your fingers, hands, vibrator or other sex toy. Record the experience in your Masturbation Journal, following the usual guidelines. Your last submission showed much improvement—the use of imagery and language was excellent. Keep up the good work. Sincerely, Professor Pervert. I click "close mail" and smi...
Hi readers Here is the next chapter in the story. Sorry it has taken so long to be posted but I do this in my spare time and my hobbies and grandchildren take up a good deal of my time. This chapter is once again from Kurt's point of view Mygypsy ***** The rich coppery aroma of blood does nothing to hide the smell of rage, pain and fear as I straig...
Damned itching. I was going nuts, scratching -- on my arms, my legs. Doc said it was nerves. Nerves. Ha! I needed something sweet, is all. Something to fill the emptiness in my stomach. I slipped my hoodie over my bare titties and pulled on my jeans. I wasn't staying in the house just because my arms and legs were covered with this damned red rash. A quar...
It took me two full days to drive from South Carolina to Vermont, and the farther north I drove the more elusive I became. I was escaping a teaching job that had become unbearably stressful, a school year that had ended traumatically, and by the time I reached the scattered dairy farms of hilly upstate New York, I even allowed the illusion I had somehow esca...
(Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.) Tomorrow is senior skip day! The best day of senior year! Actually, to be honest, prom was my favorite day. It was three days after I turned 18 and yes, it wasn’t really prom so much that was the high point of the day, it was going three rounds with my date, the captain of the tennis team,...
FRIDAY, JULY 3, 2009. When Max B arrived at our house he told us that thanks to his contacts in the business he'd managed to book a hotel in Lesbos for the week after next. "Plenty of sex and nude sunbathing," he told Marie. "Oh lovely!" She exclaimed. "John always drags me off to dreary hotels or self catering places in this country to look at boring old...
“Daddy,” I pout popping my thong covered ass down on his lap as he read the morning paper, “I promise I won’t do it again.” I had just wrecked my car and daddy says that I have to pay for the damages this time. “That is what you said the last time, Jane, and the time before that.” “Please daddy, please, please, please.” I beg as I rub my little tushie again...