Midnight. There were so many stories about midnight. The magic hour, the witching hour. But they were all just stories. Katie was a modern girl, and wisely didn't believe in that kind of thing. Midnight, after all, was just a time on a clock. It was always midnight somewhere. So when the carnival man had told her not to run the carousel ride after midnight...
This story is a direct continuation from Michelle's New Profession, Ch 3. My thanks to Shygirlwhore for her excellent editing help. The story continues, with Michelle now telling the story: Michelle Robert asked me to write about my experience with Jeremy. I complained that I'd never done written anything like that before. He said he'd help, so here it is...
I psyched myself out for this six-hour plane ride to Madrid. I lucked out and nabbed a window seat thanks to a would-be passenger who probably was jacking off in the airport loo in lieu of boarding this flight. "Yo no soy Señor Valencia Garcia Fernandez. Yo soy una mujer," I said to a haughty flight attendant before she walked away, puzzled, three hours ago...
One week in Melbourne I generally hate with a passion is the spring carnival. The entire week leading up to the Melbourne cup. Everyday the entire public transport system is totally clogged up with drunken jerks in rented suits going to the races. As a regular commuter it just pissed me off that these guys get away with action like arseholes just cause they...
It had taken you a while to remember which of your friends called themselves the porcelain doll. In fact, you hadn’t remembered at all until you pulled out your yearbook to check, and saw the familiar face peeking out from the back of your class photo, painted in white. Jiang Ning San, the youngest of three girls, had needed a way to distinguish herself. Her...
Author's Notes: Happy Early Thanksgiving! ***** Chapter 1: I glided across the ice, maneuvering the puck with my stick as if I were weaving in between defenseman. Suddenly turning, I sliced my skates through the ice and sent a shower of fresh snow in the air. I drew my stick back against the puck, forcibly bringing it down and giving the puck one hell of...
Carmen groaned. The dog days of August had arrived, and her air conditioning was on the fritz. No matter what she did, she couldn't get cool, including lying naked on the tiles of the bathroom floor. But her distress was not due to the muggy weather only, for heat always made her horny, and she suffered cruelly until she got off. The problem was her mind. T...
Vanessa Sinclair is the CEO of a large corporation which sells electronic products. She is seen by her employees as a stuck-up "rich bitch" who only cares about her looks and her money. She is constantly rude to her employees, who despise her. Vanessa has a stunning body, which she uses to her advantage. With her D cup breasts, hourglass figure and...
We had a carnival in town over the weekend. Glen was here visiting with me for two days, so we decided to go up on Saturday night and have some fun. Our first ride was on the ferris wheel. As we started to ascend, I reached over and undid his pants and got his already growing cock in my hand. I leaned over and took him full into my mouth, down my throat. It...
"Boring," I kept telling myself, "this is boring," as I looked at the clock for what - the fifteenth time? The red digital digits seemed to bore into my mind, the one actually two thin lines with a dark spot in the center, the zeroes made up of six tiny lines, almost like the eight but the very center line not glowing garish red. Eleven o'clock became eleven...