Chapter 3: The Training As my relationship with Cindy progressed, she began to test the depths of that relationship. Some of the tests were overt, and overtly physical. Other tests were subtle, mostly mental. The majority of the tests were a combination of physical and mental attributes. For instance, we both enjoyed working out and lifting weights. We wor...
Early Sunday morning, Tom and Maggie awoke from their sleep to to sound of their alarm clock. Tom was an elder at their church, and had to be at the church early to unlock. He whispered to Maggie that he knew it had been a long week and she should just sleep late. Maggie acknowledged Tom's kind gesture and smiled. She asked him to set her alarm for 9:00, so...
After a briefing at the sheriff's department headquarters, Lieutenant Harkins, and I rode to the Hell Hole with Roscoe in his surveillance van. From the outside, the van looked like a piece of junk. The paint was faded, there were splotches of primer all over it, and it sported at least three different styles of wheels. Inside, however, was another matter. T...
A good day. A bad week. And a beer. My current girlfriend, Leila was moping about the wharf when I finished cleaning a client's boat. I was happy to see her, but wondered why she was down. After a little cuddle she said she needed some sea, sun and sand. I was a little taken aback because that was all we usually did. Going to the beach, I mean. I decided...
She was in student government, as was I. It was a big university, so I am not sure exactly which part of the student government she was directly affiliated with, but regardless I had seen her around a few times. One of our shared acquaintances had introduced us – they had come into the restaurant I was working at near the campus. It was in a retail distric...
I appreciate the feedback from many of you who asked me to resume this story and apologise for the delay in my so doing. My return to this story found me fascinated with the changes occurring in both Jack and Laura. * When Laura had discovered her husband Jack's penchant for surfing the web in search of naughty pictures and stories about women's intimate b...
Dr. Ellen Hull PhD sat in her office reviewing her schedule and enjoying the fluffy bulge between her legs. Wearing John's bikini underwear energized her lubricious imagination and allowed her to spend without worrying about wetting through her outer clothes. That asexual bulge, pressing and chafing her stiff clitoris, along with molding her spongy panty mat...
I remember the day of his interview well. He sat calmly opposite me, long legs extended, his hands clasped in his lap. He exuded a cool arrogance that I was immediately attracted to. He was well dressed, quite handsome. When I started to ask him questions, his answers were short and to the point, his eyes fixed on my face. Oh those eyes. They sparkled with s...
I would like to thank Blacksnake for the story idea. This is his story and would not have been written if not for him. August 1991 Carman opened her eyes and stretched. The morning sun that beamed through the Levelor blinds bathed the room in a warm glow. She blinked against the light then swung her feet onto the floor and stood. Turning back to the bed,...
Disclaimer: All stories in this series are based upon actual events. The names have been changed to protect the guilty and I do mean guilty. The stories are set in the Granite Hills Region of the New York State Park system. They are set in these parks for the simple reason they don't exist and therefore no one can get in trouble for some of the inappropriate...