Jason was impressed by the Dooley family van, a brand new dark metallic green Dodge with wild silver and black graphics on the side. The roof had been raised several inches and it had fender flares, running boards, and custom wheels. The windows were tinted so dark he couldn't see inside. It was quite a vehicle and had to have cost a pretty penny, he thought...
Before I start, I want to give Credit where credit is due: First, I want to thank my editor - HentaiKitten - for her help on our very first collaboration. Second, my thanks for the inspiration for this story by Will_The_Thrill and tescaline as we conversed in "younger women for older men" on a quiet Sunday morning. ***** Karen Martinez started her presen...
(Author's note – In my preamble to Chapter 2, I bemoaned the absence of e-mail response to chapter 1. I've since discovered that there was a technical problem with my inbox, so, if you did write, and didn't get a response, please write to me again. Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy this tale – it had to be just a matter of time before Jennifer's superior legs were...
It was almost Christmas and the house was a strange paradoxical mix of empty and full at the same time for Lucy. There wasn't a single vacancy in the inn that she ran, but for the first time ever she was alone for the holidays. Her sister had wed over the summer. Their father had died a few years ago, and they'd lost their mother the year before that. It was...
Over the long head table in the Blue Room of the Holiday Inn, west in Dallas, Texas, hung a huge Banner. WELCOME MEMBERS OF THE S.S.S.C. it blared in brilliant red, white, and blue. The Southern States Sheriff's Conference was in its second day and some boring little twit from Memphis, Tennessee was blabbing something about the latest Techniques in firearm i...
This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments...
Annabel was feeling hungry. It was half past twelve and it was time. Mr. Crawford would be in his sitting room now, the family all having sat down to their own luncheon. It was time for the servants to take their ease, and Annabel finished folding her lady's underthings. The last bit of lace squared away, Annabel found herself rushing down the back stairs to...
Part two of this one. Please let me know your thoughts, and cast your votes when you're done. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why didn't you tell me? Didi asked. She wasn't mad, just curious, or so her smile told me. "Well, to be honest, I didn't know, at first anyway. Until we got to your room, and you told me what you were in town for, I had no...
"Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic." Her name was Blondie, after her beautiful golden fur. She was no ordinary dime store bear, she was from Germany. She had beautiful glass eyes and a tag in her ear that said "Stieff". So she assumed her name must be Blondie von Stieff. Obviously, she came from a royal background. Her mate was called Barne...
It was a most unusual change for the boys in the senior class at Hamilton Hall, an elite high school, when the Headmaster, Mr. Henderson, appeared in their class to introduce them to their new home-room teacher, Miss Linda Crawford. First of all, there had never even been a woman teacher at Hamilton Hall, much less one so young as Miss Crawford, nor did it s...