Shutting the door to her office Jen Walters huffed in annoyance as she turned and sat at her desk, leaning back as she rubbed the bridge of her green nose. "Eight hours wasted in a trial involving some wacko hoping for the insanity plea. He's wearing a chicken costume! Of course he's going to get the damn plea!" Brushing her long green hair out of...
1. THE ANTICIPATION She's been thinking about it all day. What he's going to do to her. How good it will feel. It's driven her to distraction. The way her mind ponders the little details. The sights. The sounds. The smells. The taste. The touch. She takes a shower and soaps herself. Touching. But she knows that there's touching. And then there's touching....
Author's note: Do to popular demand, I am posting this next chapter on Literotica. I apologize for the delay -- I was in the middle of writing this when I went off to Tanzania for a couple of weeks. Some of this chapter was written on airplanes and in the Amsterdam airport. Hopefully, I'll have the rest of the novel completed by year end. * * * * He wa...
He caught her from behind, his arms around her waist, his hands sliding down the smooth satin of her chemise, over her taut stomach to nestle between her thighs. Nibbling on the back of her neck, making his way to her earlobe, his tongue flickered at it, reminiscent of the actions his tongue took last night as she lay on their large bed, limbs splayed. Smi...
The last time I visited home, I passed the old sandlot. There is a house there now, but I could not help but visualise our old chicken-wire backstop, crude frisbee bases, and the pile of dirt we called a pitcher's mound. When the weather was good, all the boys in the neighbourhood (and sometimes the girls, too) would spend their afternoons playing ball on th...
Chapter 11 - A very serious commitment Lisa decided to rinse off and brush her teeth before settling on her cot for the night. She showered as quietly as possible to avoid waking the other pledges, shaved her armpits, legs, and pelvis, and finally brushed her teeth as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was tired, but apart from that she felt that...
The swamp's humidity clings to the aged kestrel's skin, fighting for coverage with nightsweat that has drenched his bare chest, shoulders and back. His breath comes quickly, panting; he remains seated on his cot struggling to reach composure. His gaze jerks quickly about the dimly lit chapel, the rolling smell of incense juxtaposed with that of the marsh and...
"Mmmmm...huh...What the..." I said as I opened my eyes. I was in deep sleep and some movement and a tingling feeling woke me up. The room was dark and I couldn't see what was going on but the tingling sensation just continued. That sensation was accompanied by slurping sounds. I saw a silhouette to my side with its end over my chest. The silhouette moved s...
I had placed the ad in an underground paper as a joke. "LADIES: Get your butthole cherry popped, cheap and very, VERY painfully." I didn't expect any response at all, but, to my surprise, I got an inquiry from a girl who called herself Pixie. "I just want you to know," she told me, when we got around to talking, "that I plan to save my maidenhead for marria...
The first time I met Tracy and Samantha was a drunken night in Detroit. They were living with a pimp named Walter. Walter was a mean mother fucker. He was bald with a gold hoop in one ear and a giant scar across his face. Tracy and Samantha looked good then. They were draped over some rich car salesman's knee. I only met them because my boy Rodney owed Walte...