"Call me they," said the diminutive, tomboyish, short-haired and curvy Native American gal as she looked me up and down from behind her desk, dripping with attitude. Snorting, I looked at her like she had two heads and they were both fucked up. Ever since I moved to the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, from my hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, I'd seen and exper...
Even fifteen years after graduation, my old college roomy, Lisa, and I are still best of friends. We e-chat, go to school reunions, and sometimes make visits to each other's home. Mine is in Michigan; hers is near Tampa, Florida. Back in college, Lisa was the innovative, daring one, and I was more conservative and inhibited. However, over the course of four...
Atwood nodded, "So, tell me your license is current, your surety bond is good, and when you can start. I don't dare let you out that door. Someone else would grab you and I'd never get that office next door opened." "I don't know ... I mean, I'm really on vacation ... this was sort of a spur of the moment kind of thing, I've only had one job in my life. I w...
CHAPTER I: Suckling Aunt I am Venkat. That Sunday morning in May was a fateful one for me. It was on that day that my uncle's wife with her four-month-old baby came into our home in Conjeevaram, in Southern India, for a three-month stay. My town is the home of the world-renowned colourful brocaded silk saris. My grandfather was a weaver of the saris, and th...
Chapter 1: The Hostile Takeover My name is Crista, am in my senior year of high school, am on the cheerleader squad, and until recently lived a fairly regular teenage life. The change started three months ago, when my "sister," Tami, decided to make my life a whole lot more interesting. Tami isn't really my sister, but my cousin. My parents adopted her whe...
All Characters are aged eighteen or over, sex is consensual, this is a slight departure from the main story, I hope you enjoy. Again non British English lovers please accept that the story is set in the UK and uses the root tongue of English for spelling, if you can't take arse or Mum, then best you skip this story. Enjoy. ***** Mary Carpenter pulled her d...
When the car finally made its way up to the museum entrance, Michele was still splayed half naked on the back seat of the car, as Kincaid was slowly pulled her form fitting dress back down her body. When Michele was finally clothed, she tussled her long hair, after which she and Kincaid exited the car and said good-bye to Maurice, whom was scheduled to pick...
After a disastrous couple of years at Bay State College in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, I cost my family a ton of money and got into a bit of trouble. When you're a nice young man from the island of Haiti who's lucky enough to have your parents pay for your schooling, you ought to be thankful. Oh, I'm not an ingrate but the reason why I failed is becau...
The internet's a powerful tool for nearly anyone who devotes more than energy for typing onto it. The more emotions you put onto there, the more you become attached to what you do, and who you may correspond with. The more you get to know someone, the more about yourself you hand to them, and if both you and your correspondent act online as you do in real li...
The bachelor party was being held at Harvey's condo on the lake and he had sent his limo to pick her and Marci up when they got off work. They got to the condo almost an hour before the guests would start arriving. Marci and Bobby were off somewhere, probably fucking, and she and Harvey were sitting on the leather sofa in the den. She was looking out the win...