Hi, my name is Anya. I'm 23, studying postgrad, like the nightlife and I LOVE to steal. I've had fun with shoplifting and some B & E, but my real passion is pickpocketing. Pickpocketing has a thrill that is hard to explain unless you do it. Your heart beat buzzes at a hundred miles a minute, your nerves are on edge just from thinking about what you are goin...
Most stories don't fit neatly into just one category. This story started in one direction but the characters decided to go their own way. You decide! Where does it belong? The first time I saw Roxie she was on her knees sucking a cock on the side of a bar in Geneva-on-the-Lake. It was Fourth of July weekend in 1986 my first summer after college. I was twent...
The thermometer outside hit the day's high point at one hundred and ten degrees that summer day. There I was, stuck in the middle of summer, doing chores. Usually I would have put off my chores until my room mates came home that way I could get a little help or reel them into doing them for me. One thing I hated, was doing chores back home. Dishes were the d...
The ringing phone caused Bob to jump slightly in his chair. He wasn't used to getting phone calls this late at the office. It was a Friday night and his wife Melanie was out with some girlfriends for a ladies night. Bob was taking the chance to stay late at the office and work on a big project that was nearing its deadline. He glanced at his watch and was su...
Jess smiled to herself as she stepped from her car, hearing the party going on inside the house. Her older brother rented the place with his longtime best friend, Levi. Her brother Matt had called last week letting her know they were throwing a huge Halloween bash, and she could stop by if she wanted. She'd told him she'd think about it but hadn't confirmed...
*Author's Note: this is my first attempt at writing erotica and I decided to start it off slow to allow it to be built upon in later parts. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Rikter * Cold, that would have to be the word to describe it. But that was more likely to be the adrenaline than the late evening air, as the bones in my han...
It has during the Vietnam Era when I was found guilty by an Ohio jury, guilty of not only abandoning the military, my life as well. Sitting in a small cell and fed cold beans and two week old bread for months before I was able to be treated like the rest of the cons in here. Thinking how dumb I was for fleeing the U.S. army. But at least I'm alive and can li...
My name is Katelyn but everyone close to me calls me Kitty. I have what many people would call a fetish. I love black cock. It developed during college and was totally out of control until I got married and settled down at 29. I managed to suppress my fetish for several years after my wedding, intending to stay faithful to my husband. I am now writing down t...
This story is a work of pure fiction. The events are a product of the author's imagination and do not resemble any actual events. It was written for the enjoyment of the reader, and for my own pleasure. The author does not partake in any of the actions. * Abbey sat at a table in the college library furiously trying to study world history. She was always a...
All characters in this story are age 18 or older. * Craig Stewart was having a bad day. It was January second, the first day of spring semester of his senior year in high school. Everybody else had enjoyed vacation for two weeks. Craig, along with Hank Jones and Jeff Mullins, had been out for ten. The three of them had been expelled for fighting and attem...