"Mother? May we go shopping for something to wear when we dine with Caleb's family?" Molly broke the silence as her Mother read the daily mail. She felt it safer to ask her Mother while her Father was in the shower. Discarding the junk mail Marjorie Indrabooty took time to examine her daughter's hopefulness. It had been awhile since they had done anything...
I tossed and turned, trying to sleep on the couch. I was edgy, tense, distraught. My sleep was interspersed with fleeting images of my lover—above me, beside me, laughing into my eyes, kissing the soft skin of my wrist. I moaned, reaching for him, whimpering in my sleep as my questing fingers found empty air. I tossed and turned. My blanket wrapped itself ar...
I returned home after three weeks on the road, and I was horny as hell. It was Friday night, and well past dinner time. I had been fed on the plane, so Janet and Becky had already eaten dinner without me. They both kissed me at the door, and ushered me into the shower saying we were having some guests over that night. I was dying to find out what had happe...
Jill leaned against her car, looked at her watch, and then looked over her shoulder at the cigarette and adult novelty store's "Closed" sign. She had driven halfway across town in an effort to not be recognized. She still couldn't believe she'd agreed to picking up the party favors for her daughter's best friend's bachelorette party. Other than the finger-s...
I woke in the morning before Ginger, and she reminded me of the picture Michelle sent me that morning from Las Vegas, what seemed an eternity or two ago. Ginger apparently sleeps on her back; her hair was spread wildly around her, and the sheet was down to nearly to her waist. I thought I should take a picture for her to send to Eric, but couldn't pull mysel...
Melissa was 18, approaching the end of high school. For the next four or five years she would be away at University – with a much larger selection of boys to tempt her and, presumably, excite her still-developing female juices. Melisa loved sport and was superbly fit. And she had been gifted with the body of a goddess – a nicely rounded face, wide sparkling...
This is the final chapter. Thank you for those who stayed with me on this one. As always a big 'Thank You' to Estragon for his editing and making this a much better read. * "Why do you want to go to college?" I asked Vicky. I do have to say it bothered me. I wanted to trust her but because of my past, I was also worried. "I'm taking a citizenship test to...
"You're dying to say it," said Marjorie Whitcomb to her lover, Barry Chambers, looking resplendent in his black tux, spit-shined shoes, charcoal boxer briefs, freshly barbered hair and a dash of his favorite cologne, "Driven" sold by the former door-to-door ladies. "Go on, Barry. Say it. I'm waiting to hear it." The dark haired man beaming from ear to ear t...
The sun was barely above the horizon and the roller door was opening. As it edged up, it showed a well set up workshop. Standing in pride of place was a tarp covered machine. It was apparent to the knowing eye it was a big motorbike. He walked up to it and carefully folded the tarp off it, slowly exposing its shiny chrome and metallic paint. It was his pride...
The three days, with her master and Lee while the mistress was away, flew by. Don wanted sex at least five times a day. Sometimes with her, sometimes with Lee but most times with both of them He taught her numerous positions and how to satisfy a man in any one of them. Like the mistress, he enjoyed watching them have sex but he would nearly always butt in an...