In this part, Jason and Shavonda spend their vacation in West Virginia with Jason's family, centered around Grandma's birthday party and a trip to see the legendary wild ponies on Mount Rogers. The morning after the reunion, I awoke in our tent, snuggled against Shavonda's naked body. I was hard, morning wood with the added stimulation of being nestled in b...
© 2003 by Thrillerauthor It will be billed as "Fear Factor" meets "The Bachelor". Out of twenty-four contestants vying for the right to marry Mr. Right, one will secretly be a guy. If "she" survives the elimination rounds and makes it into the finals, when intimacy is to be expected prior to the climactic episode, all bets are off. Andrea Messenger tossed...
Yes, I know this one took a really long time to post. I apologize. Please understand that life has an evil sense of humor. It's called Murphy's Law and it crashed into me hard this month. I'll try and type the next ones faster. * * * The door at the top of the dungeon's staircase clicked open, followed by rushed footsteps resounding off the stones. Sucking...
When I first met my wife Sandy Reno we were in high school. We even had an English class together. She was thin hell almost skinny and wore braces. It is not that she was unattractive it was just I was more interested in the girls that were more developed. My name is Jim Hamilton and I ran with different people than did she. I was a jock and stuck with that...
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Gracious thank you to Lady Jane who read through this. My thanks on picking up the errors I missed. If there are still any errors the fault is entirely mine. **This story is for Aaron C - he passed away on October 23, 2015. Memories of life without you still have to be written my friend. You are missed everyday. ***** Ray knocked on Mike's door for a thir...
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Chapter 9. Richard was up early the next day, throwing himself into some destruction. He attacked a bricked up fireplace with a sledgehammer trying to divert his mind from the previous night's cowardice. His past would have to come out eventually and it would be a lot better coming from him. Part of him still clung to the hope it would all go away. He was s...
Beats me where she was from. India, probably, but maybe Sri Lanka or Pakistan or some other country in that region. Maybe she was Turkish or Persian or even Arab, but she sure as shit wasn't Australian and when she realised she'd been caught staring at me, she smiled, revealing a mouth of slightly bucked, very white teeth. I looked away from her and back t...
Now possibly alzheimers disease in setting in, but I recall the decade beginning in the late 70s and running through at least the first half of the 80s as a time when getting laid was impossibly easy. It was casual sex, the classic sport fuck without commitment or expectations and prior to both 'Fatal Attraction' and heterosexual AIDS. I was in my late twe...