I've always been a bit of a tomboy. Who am I kidding? I am a down-and-dirty, in-your-face tomboy trapped in a little girl's body. Now before you guys get all pervy on me, when I say 'little girl' I mean my body has the physical attributes of a 13 year old girl but I'm actually 21 years old (nearly 22-please send birthday greetings and cash if you have extra)...
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[You can find my other stories under my original user name 130260] Lorna finished tying the lace of her brand new white plimsoll and lovingly stroked the smooth and gleaming white canvas with the lightest touch of her perfectly manicured fingertips. Until Steve had turned her on to the very special pleasure of wearing white plimsolls with white ankle socks,...
CHAPTER ONE My mind wandered as I gazed out form the seat of the speeding locomotive, the landscape sliding by. Looking forward to college, having won a full academic scholarship to North West State. It was still early June, arriving early to fulfill class prerequisites for a child development class, the course required four weeks of volunteer work with u...
Feedback is welcome. * I have been gifted good looks, body and 'equipment' ever since I was fifteen but I was probably an arsehole with it. I say 'was', as I have now learnt that at the end of the day being an arrogant arsehole will get you in all sorts of trouble. What follows is how I learnt my lesson that looks aren't everything. I have always found tha...
I left my ex-husband (It took lot of time coming round to calling him that) behind and walked down four flights of gray, dull steps inside the gray, dull concrete stairwell. My steps were soft so as not to wake the neighbors in this high-rise building, one of many on a low, desolate, windswept hill inside a stretch of dark fir forest. Suburban hell. Right n...
Joe couldn't help but stare at Lori. She was a beautiful brunette in his computer science class at college. Her outgoing personality and strong confidence put her in a class of her own. There was something mysterious that attracted Joe to her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Joe considered himself a decent looking guy. He played sports and kept...
Brief Backstory: The setting is a Middle America town in the late 1970's, and Lute, our hero, is a well-hung 18-year-old who's finishing high school, playing bass in a rock band, and spreading his own brand of goodwill among the local ladies. *** Lute and Ellen had been having regular Thursday night encounters in the vacant apartment above the pharmacy fo...
Angela pulled the ringing cell phone from her purse. "Hello?" "Hi, Angie" "Brenda! How's our favorite fly-babe? What's the news and schmooze? "Oh, just bunches. First off, Joe and I will absolutely be at you guys' New Year's Party. However that will be the last time I see you for a couple of months. I'm off to learn how to fly a new RPV and that's all I w...
NOTE: For those of you who have not been following this series, it's about 24 main characters that are all news anchors. They are doing video shoots and using select pictures in the shoot for two calendars. One calendar is of single and married anchors. The second calendar is of MILFS. The proceeds are going to their selected charities and each anchor gets t...