Chapter 01: Sharon Sharon lived in the same small town her whole life and had obtained somewhat of a high ranking status by snagging the clerk's job in the city hall. The town was only about 2000 people and had two grocery stores, three gas stations, a few small shops and eighteen churches. That's right, eighteen churches in the city limits and there were e...
There it was, shamelessly hanging out for the whole world to see. Like a big, denim-clad moon, just waiting for some enterprising astronaut to rocket aboard. Carrie bent fully over, kneeling in the vinyl seat and leaning out the passenger car window. Her ass swayed in counterbalance to her waving arm as she shouted goodbyes to her friends on the train platfo...
The sequel to Tracey (Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * 1. John stepped from the bus at the stop near the bottom of Rowlands Rise and looked around. This was a part of town he didn't think he'd ever been to before and everything looked strange to him. He liked things about him to be famili...
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"I'm worried about my boys, Marge," Gina Smith confessed to her best friend after church one day. "Why?" Marge replied. "You're a great mother, and your boys seem happy and they do ok in school, right?" "I know... maybe I'm over thinking, but I feel like they need more of a male influence in their lives. Clancy never was around that much right after the di...
January 1 ~~~~~~~~~ John twirled the tall brown glass bottle between his fingertips, the beer inside, only half gone, helping to provide a balance to the bottle so that it didn't tip over. Slouched back in the chair, long legs stretched out underneath the table, he looked completely relaxed to anyone that looked at him- unless they happened to notice the t...
Let me just say, with all enthusiasm I can gather in my body, that this is my last year of high school. In fact, it's the middle of the second semester, so I have another three months or so before I'm officially free. I have matured over the last four years. Now I'm serious, I really have. In my freshman year, I first began wearing make-up and was eyeing al...
This one goes out to my muse decoyedhom—without whom this story would never have been written. Thanks! ***** It was a slow vacation season; the rising prices of gas and having newer hotels open just across the street had meant that the only guests staying at the Rutherford Inn were traveling businessmen and military personnel who wanted to stay at a more...
At home, Madge quietly went about her business. She was pensive, moving through her routine, mind obviously elsewhere. About ten, I found her sitting on the deck, her back against the house. Bogart's chin was in her lap, and she was gently stroking the dog's head. I sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She looked my way, tears glistening in...
*Him* As they entered the apartment, Elizabeth cleared away some boxes so he could set the package down in the middle of the floor. He watched her with an intense lust as she bent over to move the boxes. He couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to simply lift up her skirt right there and fuck her without a second thought. "Stop it," he thought to hims...