Isaac's fingers traced the faded flower pattern on the bate mattress as he inhaled the heavy cloud of Tiffany's perfume. They had no water- it'd been off for a couple of months- and the option to wash in the standing toilet water was gone when Tiffany came home a week ago vomit drunk. The bathroom door stayed shut, now. "Fucking drink it, Tiff," he said, wa...
It was 11 a.m. and she was dressed to kill. Black miniskirt, black leather "fuck-me" pumps and a black tank top clinging to her breasts like a candy wrapper clings to a peppermint twist. Hell, even Dolly Parton would be envious. All the men she passed on Main Street confirmed that very thought. Okay, so she looked like a hooker. But... could she act like o...
The BMW turned onto the 737 and headed southwest towards the sunset. Aaron turned up the heat in the seats and his passenger burrowed into his shoulder. They were heading to Lochwinnoch to spend New Year's Eve and day at his cottage just off the golf course. The cottage had been in the family for over 200 years. When the golf course had been constructed th...
Carmen Sorrento wanted me to fuck her. Naturally, I wanted the same thing. We sealed the deal on my purple futon. Sold to me by a fellow with an uncanny resemblance to the fucker who successfully coveted my wife Monica, both men shared the same olive complexion, busy moustaches and wavy black hair. Unfortunately, lots of hard looking and edgy men, men of a c...
Ok so there are these chat lines on the PC. What is supposed to happen is that you chat to people on them. Now chat actually means typing messages and watching the other person type a message to you. There is no way that you can see the person at the other end, this means they could be anyone! The dream for a guy is meeting a sexy young woman on the chat l...
...with each step Naomi drew closer to the house she had feared and deeply craved - "step" being less accurate than "hobble." Along the sidewalk she ambled leading with pointed toes and counting the concrete seams... "45... 46...47..." "This is going too far," she murmured to herself in a low growl with tightened lips. The fabric of the black cape which e...
I ring the taxi as she lifts her self from the desk. I watch her as she pulls her bra back over her sumptuous breasts and fastens the buttons on her blouse. She doesn't touch the top three, leaving her full cleavage on view in a manner that borders on indecency without crossing the line. As I speak to the operator her weary legs take her across the room to w...
'It's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for.' I must have been about ten the first time that I heard this. I was out in the garden, practising bowling at a single cricket stump with an old tennis ball. My mother was drinking tea on the terrace with her friend Rosie. When I heard 'It's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for', I thought that t...
I used to work at a major chain bookstore in California. I pretty much liked all of my coworkers, but there was one in particular that I really enjoyed being around Christine, our H.R. Manager. She was a stunner. Long, thick, curly black hair, Gray eyes, full, red lips, with a buxom, hourglass figure and massive breasts that threatened to burst through her...
Hello readers! For those of you that are fans of "Cass' Capture"- do not think that this was written forgetting about that story. This story is an episode that related fully with the characters and storyline of Cass. You do not need to read earlier chapters to get this one, however what happens here may make you wonder what is going on. Enjoy! **** Lana...