Michael Reine sat at his desk with a coffee and checked his emails just as he did every weekday morning. It was a dull job that would never change the world but he was ok with that. It paid the bills. An email from his friend and colleague Matt caught his eye. "Check this out" it said in the subject. Matt was always sending him porn and usually it was some...
Jill's arms strained under the weight of the wavering stack of books she held as she made her way down the narrow hallway. With each careful step, she struggled to prevent her grip from giving way while maintaining the precarious balance of the teetering pile. As she reached the closed door of her dormitory room, she firmly planted her chin against the top o...
Chapter 5: The Deflowering of Samantha and Joan Now that Debbie and her daughters Janet, Joan and Samantha had settled in the Chinese whore house of Singapore, the main establishment of the Organization, the group that had kidnapped them in their home in South England, spirited them away to Morocco then sent them to Singapore; it was time to breed the two y...
Alicia's dad looked like a lumberjack in a golf shirt, and his personality took up even more space than his frame. I met him along with Alicia and her mom at a restaurant the one night there was an overlap in her parents' visits. "Steve Klaer, Alicia's dad," he said, shaking my hand firmly and smacking me on the back simultaneously. Damn, he was intimidating...
As the crow flies, Jun Kim's house on Woodlake Drive was probably less than ten miles from Stephan Mota's own house, but due to the shape of Lake Lanier along its southern shoreline and the congestion caused by mid-afternoon traffic, it took Mota more than an hour to drive there. Exchanging nothing beyond the standard pleasantries until they had boarded Kim...
I thought at the time I had the worst luck in the world. There I was, standing on the shoulder of an interstate somewhere in Western Pennsylvania, eighteen wheelers rumbling by as I stared at my 1982 Toyota Celica. I'd opened the hood to see if I could figure out what was wrong, but had no clue. A few minutes earlier it started making a worrisome thumping...
When Laci was barely 15 years old, she was very popular and already standing out among her peers as well as the adults in her life. She was very active in sports, clubs, volunteering her time for the needy and quickly becoming a charismatic leader. As her high school years began to pass, Laci was a cheerleader, a gymnast, top of her class, president of the a...
This is Andy. I'm not available right now. Leave a message. Beep. Andy, this is Kirk. I hope your message box can hold a long message. Last week I had the opportunity to conduct business in Dallas again. Although I made very little money it was my most enjoyable visit ever, thanks to you Andy. Since we know very little about each other, let me tell you a l...
SIW : Christopher Saint Ives – Whelan. Here we are with the last chapter for Chris and Mia. I'll be taking a short absence after this while I work on the next story : Adam and Bronwille. I'd love to have a few chapter completely ready before I start posting them up so it's more regular then it is now. Many thanks go out to Asylumseeker, for his ace editing...
Jean stood back from the mirror to look at her new outfit. It was just what she wanted to turn on her husband, Ray. It was a hot pink wrap around micro-mini that clung to her 34-inch hips, leaving a bare 20-inch waist and midriff that exposed soft pearl white skin from just below her 34B tits to just above her red bush. Jean liked to wear low riding skirts...