This is a companion piece to The Hills Are Alive... We revisit our heroine Trish as she tries to find a way to top that adventure. It isn't necessary to have read that piece, but she has a habit of being bad like this. She seeks thrill, danger and excitement. Don't judge her, at least she shares her stories. After the amazing adventure in the mountains...
To really understand this story you have to go all the way back to the day that dad died. It wasn't just that he threw himself under a train, that was just the start of the nightmare. It turned out he'd been the victim of a con man and, while investing in his fool's gold, he had spent all his meager savings and mortgaged the house to the hilt. This meant tha...
Miranda. One cool lady. She was the kind of co-worker you lucked into. Highly competent. Took care of business. Represented the firm with aplomb. She exuded professionalism. At twenty plus years younger than I, she carried herself with a pert self-confidence. She could be flirtatious and sexy when she chose to turn it on. Her persona was an amalgam of an i...
Emily and I lay in the sun of the hilltop clearing, occasionally speaking but mostly sitting in a very contented silence. The sun was high in the sky, and soon had dried the cum that had I spewed out across my stomach and chest. Other than the rustle of leaves, a few bird songs and an few whinnies and neighs from the horses, the afternoon was quite and still...
All characters engaged in sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age...really. * Once upon a time. Okay, really? Can you think of a more pointless beginning? Of course it's once upon a time, otherwise it wouldn't exist and we wouldn't be talking about it -- Right? Once in no time when it never happened at all ever.... Sheesh. ******* Oops,...
(note this is the second chapter to a previous story) * Jess pulled the car into the parking lot of her apartment building, flipped it into park and turned the car off. She turned to look at the slut sitting next to her. "Alright slut, time to face the music. We are going upstairs but Mistress needs to make sure everything is in place for her slut." Jes...
This story was written as a request from my Editor, for the purposes of anonymity will called her Alex. I have used her description, photo and personality as my inspiration for the lead character. The location and settings, and some of the characters are factual as is some of the scenarios myself and Alex find ourselves in, but a lot of the story is personal...
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. Pt.18 Of horses and hand-jobs The week that followed was quite hectic for all of us. With less than a month to completion the building work at the garden centre was coming along in leaps and bounds and you co...
Nancy stood facing the window and enjoyed the spectacular view of the city before her. Lights from windows and street lights bathed the room in soft light. An occasional ship would add a surreal specter to the view. She was wearing boy shorts for her panties and nothing else. They weren't her normal choice for intimate apparel but Ray had told her that was w...
Chapter 3 -- The Task Jack had spent the first few days finding his way around the office & the various departments on their floor. His desk was in a small lobby immediately outside Miss Sharps Office. He was quite pleased with his little 'world' it was like an office, within an office. In a strange way, he was like a guard to Miss Sharps personal area. Any...