The ride home from the party for Belinda and Rachel was punctuated by fits of laughter as they discussed the evening's events. The look on Eddie's face, the shock of Frank's arrival, the acceptance of Belinda's parents and the confusion everyone else seemed to be feeling as they watched the key players interacting in a rather odd way. Of course Carl's depart...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 80). This story c...
Dear Readers, Thank you all for your patience with me. I apologize for the long delay with this story. My laptop died. Of course I hadn't remembered to back anything up. Of course they sent the wrong part and I had to wait even longer for the correct one. Life is a pain in the ass and I am learning to back stuff up!! I can be taught!!! I hope you like the...
Deborah Am I insane? Why am I doing this? I'm a good girl who grew up in the Midwest and good girls don't do what I'm thinking about doing right now. My mom taught me not to show too much skin and always keep my legs crossed and my hands folded in my lap when wearing skirts. I'd pretty much listened to her advice, except during a few rebellious phases, and...
"Oh, darling," Tony Sanderson said to his wife, shaking his whiskey glass and rattling the ice cubes. "Do refresh my Scotch for me, Mrs. Sanderson." "Only too happy to, Father," she said as she happily bustled about getting things ready for his poker friends to arrive. The Sanderson presented the perfect picture of absolute domestic bliss to all those aro...
Chapter 8 The Fog of War While Xylon was quite a way from the heart of the Federation, the prospect of a new trading partner and Federation member meant that independent merchants visited more often than one would expect. Brusjin had no trouble negotiating passage for us. The Captain of the Troubadour would give us passage for two nights with me. I wondere...
Bill lugged his overnight bag and two suitcases down the short hallway and into the bedroom. Rumpled sheets on the bed and bath towels strewn on the floor greeted the tired and grubby guest. "Bev must be a little behind schedule today." A search of the premises turned up nothing resembling clean linen, so he decided to at least change clothes before lunc...
Author's Note: Gildinton doesn't exist. I made it up for the sake of geographical vagueness. The same goes for Black Lake. ***** Well, there she was, inside Cliff's house, looking at her bags and suitcases piled up in the living area. Cliff was making sure every single window had closed blinds. Rebecca was sure she was supposed to be unpacking, but she di...
"You Fucker! You mother fucking cock sucker!" "I hate you! I fucking hate you!" Her words echoing in his ears only made him smile more. The gold digging woman who he left handcuffed to her bedpost after an evening of hard fucking shouted at him as he walked out her bedroom door. He had gotten in his car and drove away, fast. Music playing, windows down,...
Chapter 12 Robin felt the aftershocks slowly subsiding while Joe signed the papers. Her stomach still aching from her climax when another feeling started to emerge inside her. Tensing her stomach muscles to hold back the sudden need to relieve herself. Sucking down on her lower lip and slowly rocking her body, wishing Master would hurry. "Thank you," Joe r...