LOLLYPOP, LUMBER CENTER AND LADDER From Part One: "She told me how she just loves to suck dick. She loved the taste of cum. She used to suck "her Johnny's" dick just about every night. She would fall asleep under the covers with his dick in her mouth. She said she would wake up through the night and begin to suck on it as if she were a baby sucking on a...
-Keegan- It took me a few days to track down the address that she called me from. The address was to a house that was about four hours from here. It was definitely a huge risk to take especially not knowing where the address would take me or if she'd even want anything to do with me. It also was kind of intimidating not knowing what kind of person I'd encou...
It was a night at work like any other. I was nineteen years old, and it was the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college. I was a waitress in the restaurant in the Westin hotel downtown. A destination for business travelers and convention goers. Hundreds of identical, nicely appointed rooms. Thousands of people coming and going, drinking a l...
You finally make that call, asking me to come over. We've only chatted online and then we graduated to phone conversations. We've become very comfortable with each other, able to ask anything or say anything to each other. Talking about fantasies and just enjoying each other's company. I arrive at your place, anxious, unsure of our first meeting. Not knowing...
Chapter 14: Property Sue woke comfortably on a twin bed, tucked in under warm blankets like a child--at least it seemed that tender at first. Slowly awareness started to creep back in her mind. She remembered being in the stocks last. Oh, yes, her ass was sore, but that was just the first hint of the sensations her body was starting to report. Drawing her a...
It was not far off half past five, and the night was drawing in. End of January and a wet, chilly night; the rain slanting down. I sat behind the counter, polishing cloth in one hand and a pretty French gold lady's watch with a miserable, shitty movement in the other. As I mused desultorily about why it was always the French who united the best cases with th...
"Yes, spirits are real." The old black woman asserted. I was in an old antique shop on the edge of town. It was one of those places that I passed for years and intended to stop in and just take a look around but never did. Today I found myself strolling down the sidewalk and passing right in front of the old place. "Everything made by or touched by man car...
Prelude: Karen is a 20 year old with dark hair and hazel eyes. She lived in New Jersey at the time that this story took place. Having been talking to men online since she was sixteen, she met a lot of great people, online-wise. She never met anyone in person, and now she was planning on having a romantic affair with a man she'd been talking to for over thr...
From the first time the family joined the church, I liked all of them. I am pastor of a fairly large First Baptist Church in a county seat town not too far from a major city in the south, so it's always good to have new members, and especially members who will get involved and help in the church. Such a family this appeared to be . . . and proved to be. Th...
"It's the pump. I can pick one up, and replace it tomorrow," I said, wiping my hands, "Oh great! The thing's practically brand new! What's this gonna cast me?" he glared. "Actually, it's covered by your warrantee, sir," wondering why he was so upset. There are more important things in life than a washing machine! I mean, what would he do in a real crisis?...