1 Mommy lay on her back, perfectly still, mouth open, arms and legs splayed. She took sleeping pills so she wouldn't have to know what went on in the house at night: she was out cold. I found her purse where she usually left it, on the dresser top. I took out her wallet; there was one ten-dollar bill in it and less than a dollar in change. I couldn't believ...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Chapter 5: Cold Days and Hot Nights The Guy Fawkes party came and went, it was a total success and everybody enjoyed it. Most of November was occupied with preparing the garden centre for the rush of business...
Jamal was sitting in his brother's apartment with his friend Terrell. They were both on their laptops editing the footage to get the videos ready to be sent to the girls. Jamal was working on Chelsea's video while Terrell was assigned Stephanie's. In the 3 weeks since that night, Duane had accepted his brother and his friend as guests into his home, allowi...
JEN: A GIRL, A CAR, A ROAD: GETTING HER KICKS ON ROUTE 66 © CHAPTER 2 Bloomington [This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With the exception of the historical places and people, all oth...
I am a slut. That's a fact of life for me: a product of upbringing, experiences and genetics so complicated I've learned not to question it. It's just who and what I am. I'm one of those women who love sex even to the point of becoming addicted. It was one of the reasons my ex-husband Greg and I meshed so well. Greg was a voyeur, a willing cuckold and an op...
"Miss, are you alright?" came a deep, kind of raspy masculine voice, and I startled awake, and found myself in a decidedly unusual setting. I was lying on the pavement, and a tall, beefy older man in military fatigues stood over me, gun in hand. I blinked, and looked at him, a pale-skinned, ruddy-faced man with two days stubble. I was surprised to see appare...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Pam reported for work at The Office the following Monday as requested. She had fulfilled Michael and Jan's wildest sexual fantasies as asked in her first interview. She had proven she had the right stuff to sell paper to clients that needed a little 'extra motivation' to close the deal. At her desk organizing her things on her first day, Pam was getting hers...
Are you a sex-obsessed person? Do you love it? Do you think anonymous sex is a worthwhile way to spend time? If so, my friends, then this is definitely the story for you. My name is Calhoun Shore. I am a young Black student from the University of Utah. These days, my chief occupation is going to class. At least, that's what my parents think. I effortlessly g...