Introduction: This can be read as a stand alone story, but if you want to understand the Island, you should read Chapter 8 at least. It is probably best to read the entire tale, but it is not necessary. For those of you who are following the series, Beercan is not in this chapter, but he will be in all of the following ones. ***** A Week in Femdom Villa...
With his horse dick fully erect and bobbing out in front of him, Derek asked the fully-clothed Donna "Is she serious about me keeping this hard-on?" pointing to his oversized rod. "I don't want to scare any of the women." "Well, what do you intend we do about it?" asked Donna, hoping Derek would jerk off for her again. "Well," began Derek. "I need to make...
I guess you've figured out that I am a wannabe exhibitionist. If you read chapter one (and I'd suggest you do that first), you'll know that for as long as I can remember I loved to be naked. I'm really a good girl and while I spent a lot of my growing up years naked, around the house, outside, sunbathing, even going for long walk in the woods behind our hous...
Barney had to be careful not to speed. He was so excited to get to his destination, but needed to curtail his emotion. His rusty, 1970 Vista Cruiser Station Wagon, a car he shared with his mom, sounded like it might stall at any moment, but it kept puttering along, much the same way young Barney Bussett displayed such a persistence in accomplishing his task...
Joyce Randall's cell phone rang. She raced across the bedroom, the towel flapping about her mature body. She cursed as she noted the name of the caller, Ex-husbeast. Stealing her nerves for the battle that was sure to come, she hit the answer button. "Yes, Jason, what is it now?" she demanded. "I'm running a bit late. Work has been frantic this week," Joyce...
It was evening, and Diane was checking her email account. Having just completed her degree in psychology, she had applied for several jobs, but there hadn't been any reply yet. While browsing one site of job listings, an advertisement popped up, offering some money in exchange for product testing. Deciding she had nothing to lose, she clicked on it. It redi...
After parking my car down the street, I couldn't believe I was actually walking up to the house. The neighborhood was in an upscale section of Old Towne Alexandria and the house was beautiful. The email had stated this would be a private party and to arrive exactly at 7 pm. I didn't know how many others would be here but I didn't care, I was anxious for th...
Tanglefoot, Texas, 1876 "Storm's a comin,' U, better fetch dem damn chairs off the porch,'" Skallywag Crothers said from behind the bar, as he poured the last rounds for the evening. "U?!'" Skallywag repeated, noticing his call went unanswered, and he could see the saloon's proprietor was sound asleep in one of the booths. U had gotten into a fight with...
Buck and Dylan offered to mow Darla's lush, front lawn. It was a Tuesday, and an otherwise quiet day in Shady Oaks. When they were done their work, the two young men were invited in by Darla. This time, pink lemonade was being served. A nice, new twist. A few squirrels danced along one of the branches in the tall, Northern Red Oak that stood just outs...
Belton, Texas, 1989 Cactus Sports Bar was the busiest place on a Sunday and owner of the hottest wings west of the Mississippi. It was pregame, the sounds of Ton Loc's 'Funky Cold Medina' rocking the bar. "Hey Parker, we call this the 'Dwight Clark shelf.' You have to reach up way high," Randy the bartender teased. "Oh that is so cruel," Linda sympath...