Dear readers, in the first installment, Bunkie got to fly to Amsterdam for an education not to be had at an American university. There he met Veronika, a girl his own age that gave him an eye opening night of adventure. It's a pretty good read, according to the feedback, so catch up on that one if you haven't already done so. During that first tryst, Bunkie...
It was a quarter to 3 in the morning. Harris Craig, early morning TV anchor in Kansas City, was sitting nude at her bedroom vanity. She was getting ready for work. She leaned into the lights around the mirror, stretched her neck and gently ran a hand from her chin down her throat to her collarbones. She was looking at the distinctive bruising: a thumb shap...
Tara showed up today. I haven't set eyes on her in almost seven years. Not since the divorce hearing. She said she was there to apologize. I laughed and not in a nice way. She stood there in her thousand-dollar shoes, fresh from getting out of her hundred-thousand-dollar Mercedes. She did look good, I have to say. The years have been kinder to her than to...
October 7th Ed MacCarley is sitting in the watch commander's office of the Central Division sub-station; there are knots in his burning stomach, a tight-acrid sensation boiling up from deep within his gut to his chest. The watch commander, a Captain named Thomas Hardy, has been in the department for almost thirty years, and is an even older man than MacCarl...
I had intended that Diamond be a one chapter stand alone story but after numerous request I relented and started a sequel this is the first chapter of it and I hope that I did the original story justice. I would like to thank Kalamazoo707 for all of her help with the medical parts of the story and for her editing this story. Warning: This is the sequel to...
In this story the career of one of Hollywood's greatest sexy symbols has a fictional encounter with that staple of vintage Hollywood auditioning techniques, the casting couch.... * Fred Stern was not a happy man. Sitting at his solid oak desk all he could see strewn in front of him were reports, memos, budget forecasts and contracts for current productions...
Someone was fucking with Darin's truck. Stealing gas, someone had rummaged through the jockey box, a couple of tools behind the seat vanished. There was a scratch on the passenger side door that was new, Darin knew he didn't put that there. He liked that truck, inherited it from his father who bought the thing brand new. The right side tank now read 1/4 f...
This story is fictitious. The main characters and their prior experiences are inspired by those in "Saturday Night School" chapters 1 to 4 as written by jessica_tang_vonharper. ***** Jamie was christened Charles Jamie Taylor, but since then his parents have only used his second Christian name in line with the family tradition. At the time this story start...
Steph came in wearing a black t-shirt. The shirt was at least a size too small for her which was often her standard. The back shirt hugged her curves and stopped short of covering her midriff thus displaying the blue barbell that pierced her naval. The words porn star were written on the shirt and thrust out by Steph's boobs. Black was the style of Steph's o...
Foreword: Ok, after reading "Something We Have to Talk About" and the two sequels by Nici, my teeth started itching again, and my mild OCD kicked in. I HATE stupid women like Susan! I read Tx Tall Tales's sequels, and they were ok. I like Triple T's work, most of the time. However, I felt that that tale didn't go quite the direction I wanted it to go. That'...