"Direct strokes she never gave us power to make; all our blows glance, all our hits are accidents. Our relations to others are oblique and casual." -Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Experience” Selected Writings *** I hate my car. My car hates me. So, thanks to my inability to have my oil checked on time and my blatant disregard for all things automotive, I have to...
"Don't I know you from somewhere?", the talk dark haired man asked. "You do look quite familiar, but I can't quite place it." the petite blonde replied. The two stared at each other for an awkward moment of silence. "Jen? Is it Jen Hampton?" "Oh Myyyyy Gaaawwwwwd, Rodger!", Jen exclaimed. Rodger looked at his former employee. Jen who was blonde now, bu...
Nothing else was being said, nothing else was going on – no other dreams, no talk, no gestures - and still everything seemed different. I struggled to forget that sexual dream. I tried very hard to get the image of his naked body out of my mind. I made deals with myself that I would not look at anything else but Michael’s head; I became ridiculous in trying...
Paul was nervous. What if she wasn't there? What if she was there and didn't recognize him? Worse, what if she was there, recognized him and laughed at him? He then told himself that he wouldn't know unless he tried. He just had to see her again. He had to find out if she'd felt the connection he'd felt ten days prior when they'd met for the first time. Ten...
Slowly Shedding That Silky Thong: Blue Christmas in Tennessee by Buck Maelstrom, M.D. and Miss Manners With a Whip On the old radio, Elvis was singing about a blue Christmas. Joe opened the window to get some fresh air and gazed through the open window at the rain. It was December, and he turned up the collar of his flannel-lined denim jacket against the c...
CHAPTER 7 – THE LAMB With her eyes closed, Lena smells the sweat from her naked body and the throbbing sensations in her pussy and ass from the sex she was forced to have. Going over the sexual ordeal in her mind, she knows eight or nine men, including her own father, fucked her. Lena recalls the shock she feel at the sight her father slamming his huge and...
I grew up in a home where there was a mother, a father and a brother. We went to church every Sunday and attended Sunday school. Our weekends were for homework, helping around the house and visiting our grandparents. During the school week we were allowed 2 hours for play before dinner. After dinner we had to take turns washing and drying the dishes for mom...
This is a story I wrote for last year's NaNoWriMo. It is a Skyrim fanfic, but I have written it in such a way that you can enjoy it even if you have not played the game. If you like fantasy, with a bit of romance, elves, dragons and werewolves thrown in – you should like it. *** The Nords were a hardy race. They were considered little more than uncouth ba...
"C'mon, it'll be fun! Worth it," you plead. I look at you incredulously. "You can't be SERIOUS! You can't be. Serious." You grab my hand, ignoring my qualms and reservations. You pull me up the stairs to our bedroom, flinging open the double doors like a showgirl on a game show, revealing our king-size bed, adorned with plain uniform white sheets, white pi...
Hi there, Sorry there's been a delay with this one - I was stuck for a loooong while, but hopefully I've got my mojo back - let's see. I hope you enjoy this one. Please do comment and vote as I appreciate it and it lets me know if the journey is going in the right direction. Many thanks Elle x 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o Michael Collins wasn't quite sure what woke...