Disclaimer: There is only a short telephone sex interlude in this ending. THERE IS NO SEX BETWEEN OR INCLUDING ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 AT ANY TIME. If you are looking for a stroke story you must have not ever read anything by me as I don't have the ability to describe a hot sex scene. Sorry. In the first part Doug Fuller was contacted by an unknown co-wo...
I woke up Wednesday morning feeling quite good. Pam was there with my coffee, and Jeri was still lying next to me. I had a strange feeling that today was going to be a good day. I asked Pam "How is you bottom today?" "It's still a little red and a little sore when I sit but other wise it's fine. Thank you for letting Glenda stay with me last night." "I h...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This chapter is the final of this series, but it is long. I normally would have split this up into two more chapters to make each one quicker reads, but I sense that most of you would like a conclusion to this here and now. So, I stuffed it all into this chapter. I want to thank all of you who were patient with me during this story. I also...
If you haven't read Part 1, please do so. This story just won't make sense to you without Part 1. Also, remember to vote and leave your feedback about this story. * I arrived in Milan on the TWA red-eye. Just outside customs a beautiful dark haired woman leapt into my arms and smothered me with kisses. Katrina had found me. I was back in my other life. Sh...
Her skin was on fire. Lauren Laframboise was aware of her surroundings. She was aware of being partially led, partially carried through the swinging doors of the emergency room. She was aware that her two companions, Dan Baldwin and Ginger Gold, were both panicking perhaps even more than she was, herself. Ginger's shouts for help registered somewhere in La...
Illustrations by LunA. 5. DREAMS OF DEBAUCHERY "Fuck yeah, bitch!" Neil Corliss screamed as he sped the stolen Chrysler 200 down the deserted forest road, happier than he'd been in years. Bethany Dutton sat in the passenger seat, rooting through Grace Harker's purse. As far as Neil was concerned, justice had been served. Detective Harker had put Neil in...
These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. ***** Harm and Mac got to her apartment after work. They were both glad it was Friday and they wanted to get comfortable and start back in on their stories. Being Friday...
I hope Mark reads this. I can't think of another way to get in contact. It's been twenty-two years, and while my life has been good on all accounts, it's hard not knowing what happened to the people who shared a very crucial part of my life. Please don't think of me as a mousy little thing sighing over loves lost, because I am not. I'm a very good wife and m...
Ryan Davis was a man who liked to pick up women. Married, single, dating, or engaged, it didn't matter to him. For years it was his sport. He relished the feeling of a new conquest and always wanted more of the rush. It was easy for him. He was young, good looking, made good money, and knew how to use his charm. He'd gotten into a few fights over the year...
Lorelei and Me The Beginning I met Lorelei Jones in a rather strange and bizarre way. By happenstance I was about three hundred yards behind her Mercedes sports car driving down one of the many country roads around our small Wisconsin town. I had delivered some feed and supplies to a local farm from my families feed and tack store and was on my way back. T...