This is a crossover story. You can read the four stories in any order. ***** Part 1 Ashley twirled a lock of auburn hair around her index finger as she sat behind the welcome-desk of the gym. The days were slow. The weather was far too nice for people to show up at the gym at this time of day. Work, school, and the great outdoors kept the place the opposi...
I have a foot story that I'd like to share, it happened when I was 24 years old, and living in Las Vegas. I'm now 29 years old and think about this every day. I was a bartender at the Monte Carlo Hotel & Casino. I noticed these two very beautiful women talking and looking at me. One was a Blonde, who I'll call Sara and the other was a knock out Brunette, who...
The story you are about to read is fiction. Lindsay and all the details about her however are real. The goal of this story was for me to express some of the fantasies I have about her and how I picture our first meeting would go. With that being said, onto the story. As I sat in the garage waiting for 18 year old Lindsay to show up I couldn't stop thinkin...
Chapter 8: Cleaning up. How glad James was as he felt the force holding his lips together weaken! At last, he was able to breathe through his mouth; he was able to articulate words! Yuna's feet scent had been such a torture, and, even though he couldn't escape the odor entirely, he appreciated greatly not to have to sniff foot-stink incessantly. He was alr...
I: Brigid and the Patriot's Day Parade "Thbbb! ... Th-thbb!" He licked his lips and tried again on next group of sixteenth notes, pressing against the mouthpiece that felt like a block of ice no matter how much he blew into it. Even through his full-length wool uniform, and the long underwear, he could feel the frigid wind knifing right through him. It...
"I'm insane, I'm totally insane!" Nicole paced around her apartment, the gravity of what she had been planning on doing finally hitting her. Dressed in just a simple black tank top that struggled to hold her considerable bust, and an old pair of panties, the redhead certainly looked ready for what she had planned, even wearing such little clothing. Though w...
As David made his way to the doors of the library to start the day, he was shaken from his usual morning slump by a loud clicking sound coming towards him. "Hey, hold that door!" came a call. When he turned around he saw the sound coming from a pair of black high heels running along the concrete footpath. David caught his breath in his throat as he took in...
The morning rush had already been hectic, and squeezing through a throng of people equally hell bent on making the same train, to the same station, at the same time; Amy Lynn Steele felt glad to just have a seat as she plunked herself down on the hard plastic and watched the outskirts of Boston zip past. She had done it now for the past sixty five days, and...
Saturday June 11, 2005 (about 3 in the afternoon) i've been looking for subbie girls in chat rooms. Met only one or two. i want to share my love for Marie. i want to learn. i think many of these people are just play acting or downright lying. Then of course, i get hit on by dozens of creepy guys. One guy kept my attention a little while. i think he called...
It was roughly 1976 in Augusta, Georgia, two or three days before Christmas to be exact. I was eighteen years old. My mom and I had been on our own ever since my father had died in a truck accident two years earlier. Mom had a rough time of it, as would be expected, the first year after he passed. She was 36 years old and was a loan officer at Augusta Natio...