12 They all smiled and nodded. As they walked back to the house, he introduced himself: "Oh, my name is Boris, very Russian." "Martha," Martha replied, using the English pronunciation. "Becky, Rebecca," his sister said, adding: "But my brother said in Norway you pronounce it "Marta." Martha nodded with a smile, and he said: "Like I have heard back...
Author's Notes : I'd like to take this opportunity to thank anyone that has taken the time to email me personally, comment on my stories or simply read them! It's greatly appreciated and is one of the main reasons I keep attempting to write something I hope you'll enjoy. * Louise's sparking light hazel eyes failed to hide her excitement. She'd been sat at...
Key West They were a happily married young couple. Becky was dressed nicely but conservative. Her expensive gold jewelry highlighted her evening dress. If it were possible for anyone to see up her skirt, they would see exquisite white lace panties. They drove there in their Cadillac. Becky was from a well to do family, and he was rich. Becky was getting all...
It was Saturday night and just after 9 o'clock. I had been looking forward to our second visit to the swinger's club in New Orleans for quite some time. Becky had lost a lot of weight and was looking good. I was proud of her. She wanted to see who would be attracted to her. I did too, but I would never tell her. I was afraid how she would take it. So, I thou...
"Oh hi, Liz," Gary smiled. "Is Becky here?" Liz leaned against the door to the small apartment she now shared with Becky, looking up at Gary with a slight smile that would have worried the younger man had he been paying attention. "No, she's not," Liz replied. "She had to go to the library to work on a group project for one her classes. Last minute thing."...
Further adventures with Becky: Becky's big decision A quick recap: I had found a way that I could hypnosis a girl in work by the name of Becky to be my secret sex slave without her know it. I had some good sex with her and did a bit of BDSM while the only thing that she remember was having a good time going for walks or enjoying the sun in the garden. Whil...
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If I had to describe Becky, my wife, I would say that she is like the light bulb in the refrigerator. When the door is open, she is all bright and shinny. But, when the door is closed, she is cold and dark. I am not one of those who open the door. I am sitting in there in the cold and dark as far as the way she acts toward me. It takes someone else, anyone e...
I awoke to the sound of muffled voices and groaned as I rolled over in my bed. My body ached with a vengeance, I felt as though I'd been beaten with a really big stick. Figuratively speaking, I had, and I broke out in giggles as the thought flitted through my mind. I sobered quickly when I heard footsteps approaching my door, and my stomach thrilled in antic...
As a young girl, Rebecca Sutton was the epitome of a geek; small, skinny, straggly black hair, horn rimmed glasses, braces on her teeth, and to make matters worse, Becky had a fascination with insects that bordered on obsession. While other little girls would scream and run from creepy crawlies, Becky would actively seek them out, storing their images on her...