It was Saturday afternoon near the end of May. Francis was preparing for a night out with her husband, Patrick, and their friends, the Smiths. As she undressed in the master bathroom, she considered her body in the mirror above the sink. She cupped her ample bosom, imagining what they would be like full of milk. She pressed her hand against her stomach and p...
She leaned back from the kiss. She figured hey, he was cute, and he was more than a little pliant about the kiss. "Why?" He was a little shocked. "I dunno. You seem decent." She went to leave and he grasped her hand. "Please don't just walk away." She raised an eyebrow. "Come with me." She motioned, and led him away. He hurried after her, the end of...
She walks towards him, hips swaying slightly in the confident, provocative manner he knows so well. She is just 18, and still so inexperienced, despite her worldly-wise attitude and overdone make-up. She is trying so hard to look older, thinking that plastering her face is the way to do it, but she's still so naïve. She gives him the hard, cool look she seem...
Early the next morning, Virginia and Forrester hired a carriage and headed out to their new home. They were armed with a huge amount of soap, furniture oil, buckets and rags. Using oil lamps to guide their way they slowly explored the house. Virginia groaned inwardly at how filthy it was. This is going to be a lot of work, she thought. Although it might be j...
Laura stood by the dormer window of their room in the ski lodge and watched as the group of cross-country skiers got themselves sorted out into some semblance of a straight line and headed off toward the horizon, where the sun was just making an appearance. There were about a dozen skiers, and the only way she could tell which one was her husband was by the...
Author's note: I'm not eligible to win anything in this competition since I won something in the Holiday Contest with "The Bell Ringer," but... writing is addictive and I just couldn't help myself! Sometimes I write for readers and sometimes I write for myself. I hope a few of you like it - those who don't please be gentle! Some truth to this tale: everyth...
"Scott! The damn toilet's plugged again." Valerie's shout carried from the third floor to the kitchen, where Sharon and I were having a first cup of coffee. I wandered out to the foot of the stairs. "That's it, Valerie, I warned you the last time. Your indoor plumbing days are over." Seconds later, the hard body landed on my back and a hand grabbed away th...
I Scott couldn't believe his luck! Not only had he finished welding school. The 21-year-old had left Idaho. To be sure, his parents and older brother berated him for "leaving the family," even though Scott had been living in his apartment for some time. His younger brother and younger sister, however, understood Scott's need to move further away. "Hey!" Fe...
Autumn 2018. One thing about the Lodge that I always thought was part of the appeal for those that came to it, was the fact that it could fulfill so many specific purposes. Anya Taylor-Joy originally came because she wanted to be somewhere off the beaten path. Maisie Williams and Sophie Turner came because they wanted somewhere private to fuck each other, a...
Harriet Kono wrote notes in her I-pad journal under the file heading 1:23. *Donny Steven's recent vocalizations, Elsa, awesome, clowns. *Test subject Kent Orlando, under for three hours two minutes. *Test subject Donny Stevens under for fifty four minutes. Harriet checked her laptop to see if her messenger avatar had made contact with the test subjec...