***Warning. This story contains scenes of Scat and watersports. If you don't like that kind of stuff then please stop now. BUT maybe, just maybe you might like it anyway.*** Sister Anna checked finished her morning prayer, and placed her bible and rosary into the silver case that sat upon her desk. The morning was still early, but she had a busy day ahead o...
When he told her what he had in store for this afternoon, she could hardly wait. The redhead hurried over to the apartment. As she entered, he greeted her at the door with a big wet French kiss. As they separated, he lead her to the computer where she would be seated this time. He walked her through the steps she would need to follow to record his physiolo...
Pippa held out Jennie's hands with her own outstretched arms whilst studying her from head to toe. "Very professional in a sexy way," she declared with a devilish grin, "go get him and zap him between the eyes!" Jennie laughs. "You're mad! I'm not after anyone, honest." "Give me a break," said Pippa, "for the last six months you have dressed for work like...
My name is Veronica. I am a nymphomaniac. I am actually quite shy and find myself blushing even as I write this (while also beginning to lubricate with arousal). Five years ago, my husband at the time - Joel - died and left me his estate consisting of our very own tropical island in the south seas, a large portfolio of stocks and bonds, three sons which I bo...
Well, I was moving and not happy about leaving my place. It was a unique house. Old, lots of old, chipped, colorful tile mosaics on the walls, floors, and ceilings. An old toilet with an elevated tank and a pull string flush in a tiny closet. Had to climb up a really steep hill to get to it. But I loved it. I was renting it. The owners had sold it and I was...
There were many other high school friends, guys and gals. These guys were not on the football team and the gals were not cheerleaders. One friend was Pat, an Italian kid like myself, he was from Grandview. Of my high school guy friends, Pat was the most involved, successfully involved, in the rock and roll music scene. Pat was a talented bass guitar player,...
An account of the impact of teenage abortion on two young lives, and the unforeseen consequences years later. * Why did you go through with it? Why did you do it? You didn't have to. And now you know you made a mistake. A terrible mistake. One that can never be undone. Ever. How sad. How stubborn. But I'll still love you, always. I can still see your beau...
***This is the first chapter in a short novel I've started, any feedback will help keep things moving along, thanks*** * His eyes slid slowly over the worm ridden corpse before him. He felt the bile rise up from his stomach and nudge at his throat. He held it down and closed his eyes and nose from the sight and smell. He backed slowly away from the dead ho...
The line at the ship’s store wasn’t that long today. After all, it was the only place that most of the crew had to spend their money. The store was a closet sized niche directly across from the ship’s post office and sickbay. Most of the people in line were buying toiletries, stationary, and underwear. My purpose was slightly different. The big, shiny new bo...
Anthony walked out of the bathroom, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He tied his ancient red dressing gown around his waist, and sat on the swivel chair in front of the computer. He switched the machine on, and stared bleary-eyed at the screen as it went through its start up routine. He heard the door shut as Brandy went in to the bathroom after him. Anthony b...