Janet Taylor looked up at her impressive three storey house as the taxi pulled up in front. It always pleased her to see the home that she shared with her husband, Barry. A lot of work had gone into the renovations over that last few years and, although most of it had been a pain, she had to admit that the end result justified all the hard work. She sighed...
The plane just started backing out of the gate. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the seat, relaxing, getting ready for the flight to New York City. "Flight attendants prepare all doors for takeoff and cross check..." came across the loudspeaker as I closed my eyes. It had been a hectic morning, we'd dropped off the kids with family and rushed to the ai...
The air was crisp and sweet when she left the office for lunch. She loved living so close to her office; it gave her opportunity for a bit of an afternoon break. She would head home today to rest a while. She had been so busy lately sewing and mending costumes for her nieces and nephews for Halloween. As she pulled up in her driveway the mailman was just p...
Harriet Harper did not cry at her mother's funeral, far from it. As a light rain fell on the few people in black that attended, most as local volunteers, Harriet did her best to control a smile of relief as the coffin was lowered into the grave. At 42, she had led a life as a spinster which had been enforced by the tyrannical woman, she venting her ire on th...
Chapter 16 -- The Conclusion After putting this story to bed in July 2005 and then reviving it again in March 2007, I have finally run out of ideas for our intrepid transvestite prison prostitute. That said, after you read on and see how I have ended the series, you could argue that there is plenty more to explore in this story; especially the development o...
This brief story could got under either the Interracial or Anal categories. *** The middle-aged woman looked out the window at the young drifter mowing the tall grass and weeds her husband humorously called a lawn in the grueling heat, the temperature and humidity making his ebony skin glisten in the sun, and then she looked at the five crumpled dollar bil...
The sopping wet nectar of Ann's expelled vaginal fluids coated Roland's entire face as he leaned back, steadying himself on his knees to catch his breath, before lifting Ann up on her knees to take her from behind. Looking down at the swollen appendage that hung lewdly from his groin, Roland pondered how he was ever going to get it inside of Ann's pink cun...
If I had known getting into college would be so involved, I probably would have joined the Army. Mom had told me, just this morning that I needed a physical for the insurance company since I was moving away but staying on the policy. Then she looked at me that way again. I understood that Mom was lonely. I had been eleven when Dad died and Mom had apparent...
Jason led Marie to two empty bar stools at the crowded little neighborhood bar. He ordered a whiskey and coke for himself and a glass of pinot gris for his lovely companion. Jason was feeling amazing having just realized his fantasy of receiving a blow job from his friend Marie. Marie was feeling slightly embarrassed as Jason was at least 20 years her junior...
A swirl of black and the steady click of hard shoes on stone pavement marked the swift and determined passage of the young Thai nun as she whisked around a street corner in the shabby part of the town. The locals hardly paid Sister Mary Atchara notice, as they were all familiar with seeing her bustling around their community, darting here and there, doing th...