Chapter Two - Ian's Story Ian Quinn was a bookworm. He inherited a talent for numbers from his father so math was his best subject in school. Growing up in a small towm in the Midwest, Ian made a name for himself with his phenomenal ability with numbers. Early in high school, he established himself as the guru of math and easily made extra money tutoring o...
Okay, this is very strange, but it turned out a tad bit nicer than expected. The night before Valentines Day, I was be-bopping down the highway and speeding like I normally do. Well, I had to get home as quickly as possible because I had to get to work very early the next morning and it was already like 12:30 at night. I had just been shopping and stopped b...
She had dreamed about this night for months. As her husband of just a few hours placed their bags inside the honeymoon suite, she quickly slipped into the bathroom to change. As she undressed, she continued to marvel that he truly wanted to be with her, that he hadn't just married her out of some guilt trip or sympathetic idea. She'd been born paralyzed from...
I moved near her and placed my hands over her neck. I slowly traced it down and rested it on top of her left mound. She moaned and pressed her hands over mine tightly. I felt and massaged her soft breasts softly. She uttered slight gasps as I lowered my lips to kiss her again. This time I took her lower lip into my teeth and nibbled at it. Meanwhile my h...
Chapter 5: Confessions Viola waddled down the aisle of Saint Patrick's Cathedral; she made weekly visits to the church since moving back to New York. Her and her family spent two years in Texas before finally admitting that they were all homesick for New York. For the past 6 months she came to the church for a weekly confession. Now that her and Micheal wer...
It's Valentine's Day, and I'm single. Again. But instead of hiding out at home like all the other sad singles on V-Day, I'm on a business trip. If you can call following my best friend, who's a very distinguished fiction writer, to book signings a business trip. We're staying in this fancy hotel in New York City. We have a shared room, but I opted out of goi...
We all know that the Paparazzi are freelance professional photographers who pursue celebrities to take candid photos to sell to newspapers, magazines, and online web sites. We think of them waiting in front of eateries in downtown LA or New York waiting for their celebrity to appear drunk and disorderly or on the beach of a lush tropical paradise waiting fo...
Amy finally admitted that she enjoyed seeing black men fucking white wives, but still insisted that it was the fantasy of it that turned her on and she had no intentions of ever doing it herself. Now that I was aware of her secret stash of porn and her big black dildo she no longer hid them. Amy had taken to leaving them all around the house. She had got a...
The next morning, I was downstairs cooking breakfast for Riley and I. I figured after a night like last night he'd need some food to regain his strength. He came down the stairs barefoot in his jeans following the scent of eggs, bacon, toast and hot coffee. "Buenos dias tiger!" I said to him cheerfully,"I thought maybe we could talk about last night over b...
It's good to live in a college town; especially this one. You see, around here trick-or-treating isn't just saved for the kids. Everyone does it. It's almost a town tradition. It's great fun, what with everyone on the streets in costume — it's almost like Mardi Gras, except that my town isn't even half the size of New Orleans. The drunken debauchery during...