Thomas Youngblood had just turned 21. He was a full time physics major at UCLA and worked part time helping take care of a retired professor who had Alzheimers. He was tall and thin, with sandy blonde hair, a big Roman nose and a long face. He was socially awkward and spent most of his free time gaming and watching and reading porn involving male on female b...
About myself my name is Peter Williams 5ft 11ins weight 180lbs reasonable built but not muscular in any way. When I was young, my father insisted I learnt about Judo for self-defence he knew the world was becoming dangerous place. My mother and father now passed away, leaving me a good inheritance. I was able to attend university obtained a first degree in e...
"Whoa, there, Snookie, honey, you bein' naughty again?" Standing at the alley's mouth, smoothing down her miniskirt, watching the tailend of whoever the john had been flit around the corner, and painting on a startled expression, she looked into the baby blues of the hulky blond cop. "Didn't see you there, Officer Jenkins." "Should have, sweetheart. Was s...
Sheriff Segan looked up from the report. “Looks good Lori. When you go home tonight, I want you to give Ol’ Juan a call and tell him you over heard I was going over to the All American in the morning. Tell him you didn’t get it all, but you listened after I got a call from a woman you never heard of before. You think there might be something going on.” Her...
Thanks to the hip and knee doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. * It was an eerie-looking parking garage. The Berwick Apartments were the first in the city to have their own lower-level parking and it was not nearly as well lit or as well laid out as the newer ones. There was no security and I could detect no cameras. This...
Hey everyone! Time to wrap this story up. Thanks for reading and all the great feedback and your patience with my slow writing! I plan to write more soon. Enjoy! * "An accident?!" Miranda shouted into the intercom's microphone as she scrambled to put her clothes on so she could rush down the stairs to meet the officer at the front door. She pushed the red...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
When Doug got home from the Quik-Mart, she was waiting for him, her exquisite young body draped in a lawn chair, a vision framed within his open garage door like a well-composed picture. Doug switched off the ignition but remained rooted to the seat of his pick-up truck, staring transfixed through the wisp of smoke rising from his cigarette. She wore her tr...
The following two-part story is a work of fiction and does not depict any actual persons or events. Any likeness to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. All parties engaging in sexual activity are of legal age of 18 and consenting adults. This is for entertainment purposes and is not an avocation for the activities contained herein. I need to ser...
Chapter 37- Topock We pulled into Topock on the afternoon of the eleventh day out, our mule train drawing out all the folks who had set up a tent city along the river. I recognized some of the women and saw they had brought a few men along as well. Among the crowd was Charlotte Jenkins who called out to me, "Oh Josh is that really you?" she had recognized...