Grant snow was a professional photographer, he had become disillusioned with the world of glamour photography due to the constant prima donnas being sent to him for assignments. The professional models who he had to photograph were either so stuck up their own backsides or high on drugs he found it hard to motivate himself anymore. So he decided to go back t...
"What the fuck are you doing Cathy?" Cathy jumped up from the bed pushing Danielle aside as she ran after her husband of thirty minutes. How the hell could she have been so stupid to get busted like this on her wedding night? This was not happening to her. She knew it was risky but Danielle had been very persistent all day. "Wait Mark. It is not what you t...
"What the fuck are you doing Cathy?" Cathy jumped up from the bed pushing Danielle aside as she ran after her husband of thirty minutes. How the hell could she have been so stupid to get busted like this on her wedding night? This was not happening to her. She knew it was risky but Danielle had been very persistent all day. "Wait Mark. It is not what you t...
This is chapter 13 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this series, and I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Andy had been looking forward t...
All Comments, Emails and Votes are Appreciated. All characters are of legal age. Enjoy! ***** 'God, I hate it here,' Danielle thought to herself as she made her way from her last class of the day to her dorm room. It was a typically brisk November late afternoon in Ann Arbor: temperature down around forty degrees, a gentle, though sporadic breeze, and cris...
Michael had been watching his prey for a couple of months now. He lived on the south side of a large city, and she was a freshman at a college across town. Thanks to friendly chats with her friends, he knew almost everything about her. And now was the time to capture her. Her name was Danielle, or "Dani" as her friends called her. She was 19, medium height,...
"Damn honey, you look beautiful!" Sometimes hearing it, you still don't feel or believe it, though the compliment is well received. In this case however, Renee' did believe it as she stood looking at herself in the mirror. Tall, or at least tall for a woman, Renee' stood admiring her long shapely legs. The black skirt she was wearing short, short without b...
Editor's Note: "Who Dat Girl?" is the story about our recent trip to New Orleans. In part 1, husband and wife — David and Tia — get frisky on the plane to New Orleans and attract the attention of two hot co-eds. * Erin and Danielle climbed into the back of the Suburban, and David and Tia took the middle seats as the cabbie loaded their bags. "Where to?"...
A little different, which you've come to expect from me. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. My favorites are the anon emails calling me a coward. Bob Seger: "I wish I didn't know now, what I didn't know then." + + + + Danielle and I met shortly after gra...
Danielle didn't know exactly how got into this position. Everything happened so fast that she could only remember blurred segments of what brought her here. All of her inhibitions had faded shot by shot, wholly emptying the bottle of Jack that she had bought earlier. She wasn't alone in finishing the bottle though. She hated to drink alone, so she invited Je...