OK, Here's the next one for this and sorry for the delay. Hope you guys enjoy this as it's the last part of this tale. Meaning, it's done....finito...finale...etc,etc,etc. Hope you enjoyed the tale and what t was. Read it, love it, tell a buddy or two about it, and above all....Enjoy the Show! The walk to his bike was a long one for Ben. The times had bee...
Three months after the Long Island adventure, Vic looked down at her lover keeping her warm in the small cool cabin in Woodstock. Three months after she envisioned the most likely subject to be the one for her, she was looking at him. She lingered over his long narrow torso, glanced at his penis, which was short and fat after it exploded thrillingly inside h...
© 2009 by Penelope Street Want to know what it's like to be the chubby, spectacled, second-chair trombone player with a unibrow? I can name that tune in two words: No dates. That's right, none. No dances or proms or even a movie. No holding hands, let alone a kiss. Not one boy from high school ever even pretended to be interested in me. I had some hope co...
"Dude, that girl is so HOT!" "Man, I know! I'd like to take her home. Bet she's a great cocksucker... Oh, hey Sara! Didn't see you there...heh heh heh..." John trailed off into nervous laughter as I walked over to him and the other guys. I smiled, laughing at the guys and there constant ogling of Japanese girls. When you're a girl teaching English in Japan...
The bottle of wine Jack had just bought for dinner was hanging almost unnoticed from his hand. He stood outside the wine store and raked a hand through his curly dark hair watching the retreating back of a girl who was wearing a thigh-length black coat with short stiletto boots. Long legs disappeared beneath the hem of a very short skirt. The dark blonde pon...
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Author's note: This story runs concurrent to my other story, "Teacher's Pet". It would make more sense if you read that story in its entirety first before reading this story. --------- The bell rang as Sarah was just finishing her explanation of the homework assignment. She raised her voice to be heard over the din of the students as they all began to gath...
A few months after my Atlantic City trip I came to a fateful decision, I asked Todd for a divorce. He was shocked that I would do so. I tried again, to explain to him the sad condition of my existence as his wife. Again, he refused to give credence to my concerns about the lack of affection I felt I was receiving from him. Todd finally accepted that our ma...
"How about Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes?" Mr. Morris looked up from his expense report and scowled at Larry, his assistant. "Absolutely not. Out of the question." Larry frowned. "Why not?" "I don't want that scientologist freak around me. Bored me half to death talking about his newfound religion at last year's Cannes Film Festival. Who's next on the list?...
Chapter Nine: Damien Raven stared out into the moonless night from the second floor of his old plantation style house. The rumor was that it was haunted. Raven figured as long as he lived there, it was. His mind kept returning back to the night before. Sonja and her blood lust, Pixie and her sacrifice. As much as he himself hungered, he just couldn't brin...