In the room at the top of the house was a door that had never been opened. It was an ordinary door that would lead to somewhere extraordinary for the one that did. *** Outside the children sang as they played their games, "Gay go up, and gay go down, To ring the bells of London town. Bull's eyes and targets, Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's. Brickbats an...
When the doorbell chimed, I was naked - except for the shoes. I'd put on a pair of heels, expensive Louboutins I keep for inside wear only, for when I wanted to enhance the feeling of femininity and to make me feel sexy. Putting those shoes on and examining the effect in the mirror always makes me feel good. I adore the way the height of the heels exaggerate...
Aaron's gaze switched between Ethan and Nicholas who'd met him in the foyer as soon as he'd entered Greystone. Trent hovered anxiously behind them. "Where is she?" he demanded. Ethan and Nick exchanged glances. "Upstairs, sleeping," Ethan answered. "Sleeping?" Aaron's voice was harshly incredulous. Nick winced. "She might have worn herself out throwi...
Tom couldn't believe what he was seeing. Both girls were on the bed. His daughter's tits were hanging out, one nipple thrusting out proudly, the other in her friend's mouth. Shawna was bent over at the waist, her legs folded underneath her, giving him a good look at her ass. Even VR porn wasn't this good. "Girls?" he said softly. Shawna sat up immediately,...
Chapter 9 Ana stepped out from her car. She followed Miles as he walked to one of the numbered doors of the building where, she assumed, Jack lived. Clutched against his chest, Miles was carrying wine in a paper bag. The door was at ground level – Ana remembered that Jack had problems with arthritis. Miles stepped up to the door and knocked loudly. Without...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. * It had been a week since I had purchased a new sports jacket...
She stood at her back door, looking across the slight roll of the hills that made up her neighborhood. Or development, whatever they where called nowadays. That was the problem, he had claimed last night, that they where changing what everything was called, and fucking it up in the process. What a interesting choice of words, considering what they had been d...
Oh, dear reader, let me tell you that there most certainly are two sides (or more) to every story. Perhaps you really expected to hear more of Jim's side, how he saw it all end up, how he viewed it all, and how he dealt with the consequences. But me, the bad and evil Mike; I was just to be reviled and lumped into the discard bin that contained all the rest...
Niko returned to the barn to find Camille bent over his friend. The man's head was cradled in her hand, while she held a small bottle of water to his lips. His eyes were closed though he seemed to be hearing what she was telling him. After attending to Olan's thirst, Camille lowered his head back to the blanket, moving around to tend his wounded shoulder. T...
Note from the author: My stories are usually Interracial. So if this offends you or not to your taste, you should not read them. The characters in my stories are not based on anyone that I know of or events that I have experienced, also most of the women in my stories are well endowed in the chest area. So if this is not what you like, please don't read...