I paused in my reading and laid the thick journal aside, leaving it open to my place. I turned my full attention to Judy - an easy task. I noticed her nipples were once again hard and she was squirming against her bonds. The story of my great uncle, as told in his journal, must have been really turning her on. Of course, my free hand stroking her bare breast...
This chapter concludes (at least for now) this story line. I published the other chapters several weeks ago, and they describe many of the back story references in this chapter involving the relationships of the characters. For those of you who are interested, click on my name at the bottom of the story to access my previous posts. I enjoy writing about sex...
I was inside my car on day, sitting in the back, waiting for the day to pass, so the night, cool and soothing, would come about decently. I was on the run you see, from a crime most people now-a-days would call stupid and rather ill thought out for someone like myself, a straight-A student at Jasmine High, the north side school of the city Winchester's Peak....
Entry Two: Mr. Pain. Dear readers: First, I would like to answer some comments left on my last story. Yes, that is how the events naturally occurred. Of course, I omitted random events and facts in the effort of flow, but yes, I was a 22-year-old virgin when I met C. I also hated every single thing about myself. I have no idea where these notions came fr...
Author's Note: Here is the second part of the Life of D, this section covers the happenings and the fallout of the previous relationships and the multiple traumatic events that the character faces. The inherent truth about what lets people keep going through hell is those few victories that we can achieve, those few wins make the burns and scars almost seem...
Jill was standing on the corner where I had picked her up the day before when I arrived. She hopped into the car, and immediately said "I need to ask you something about what you said yesterday." I wondered what that could be - we had talked about a lot of important things the day before. "You said you own a cafe. Where is it?" she asked. I laughed. Of...
The stagecoach came to a bumpy stop in front of the Wells Fargo and Co. Express building in Columbia, California. Winnifred, or Winnie as she was known to her friends, looked out at the brickwork building and sighed. For the last seven months she had been tossed around on a ship, as well as fucked by the ship's captain, until she landed in San Francisco. Th...
Sunday, April 2, 2017 Mrs St Croix drove us back to the dorm. After the dreary weather on Cliff Island for our Spring Break, it was really nice in Providence, 60º and mostly sunny. I, for one, was looking forward to getting rid of sweatshirts and boots. It did set me to thinking: just how did Sheila dress in warmer weather? It was already November when I s...
"You look like shit" my friend Alicia opined. "What's the matter?" We'd met at our favorite local café and bar. It had good mixed drinks, but even the gin and tonics weren't particularly helpful this evening. "Jeff" I answered simply. "What's that bastard done now, failed to carry a net-operating loss forward? The little shit is gonna go to jail for that....
The woman said something in Chinese to Alex as she pulled the strings tight at the back of Alex's dress. "Babe! Come translate!" Alex yelled threw the changing room's curtain with her last breath, right before she was strapped into the dress so tightly she couldn't draw in another. "Sorry" Chaoxiang slipped through the slit in the curtain. "I was talking t...