It was one of the better games I'd ever downloaded from the net. I knew that the moment I opened it up. Unlike the usual drivel with no point and no excitement this was a game to play with a close friend or two or three. The object, like in spin the bottle, was to dare someone to do something or to pay the penalty if the dare was not taken. The suggestions p...
Jane and I met on the internet. We have been corresponding for some time but have not yet met. This is an email message that I recently sent her. ------------------------ Hi Jane, I've been having this thought of us for some days now. At first it started out kind of fuzzy. But now it's constantly in my mind and seems very real. It's only a vision, not rea...
Saturday night and all was quiet or at least you thought it was as you sit on the couch reading your magazine quietly I sneak up behind you covering your eyes kissing the back of your neck gently as you shutter from surprise softly you whisper “ Well who ever this is doing this you have to know that if my girl catches you oh she will be very angry.” Well w...
Marguerite is a middle-aged woman with a voracious hunger for life. She appears as a refined and fashionable lady about town. But in private she unleashes her primal self and lets loose her appetites. First and foremost is her lust for sex. For her it is much more than coming, than getting laid, than getting off. It is about consuming her partners, sucking...
The One Night Relief Center was established in a 50 story skyscraper, several years back. The sleek modern building seemed innocent enough on the outside. Even the grand two-story foyer with its curved mahogany reception desk and receptionists in well tailored sleek dresses seemed innocuous. It was not a charity organization, a humanitarian relief organizati...
After getting screamed at for leaving the toilet seat up your energy is at an all time low, you've just been getting abuse from everyone in the house just for your existence and you can't really take it anymore. You dont know when having to work from home will end but it has been weeks already and there is no end in sight. Frustrated you start browsing the w...
Caroline Lindsay came home from a long day at work, tired. The short-haired, 60-year-old divorced blonde with a lean, sinewy body had just poured herself a glass of wine when the bell rang. At the door was Kevin, her best friend's 19-year-old son from down the street. "Hi, honey, come on in, what's up?" Caroline asked, ushering the strapping young man in th...
George awoke from his nap with Carla nestled beside him, her arm across his chest, their legs intertwined. They had fallen asleep after Carla had given George the blow-job of his life. And to top it off, it was supposedly her first. He really did begin to question her innocence and naiveté. In the years past, when he worked for her from time to time, he fi...
Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010. Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his...
"Oh my goodness!" She'd said it out loud before she had even realized that her mouth was open. Meredith gazed into the open trunk for a moment with an astonished look on her face and hurriedly attempted to close it before Susan came into the room. Susan had been Meredith's best friend since high school, but what she had seen was simply too embarrassing to th...