Harlen and Hyandai walked slowly home, it was early in the day, and they were both careworn and tired from their long nights and suffering. They took comfort in each other's company, and in the beautiful countryside, with its small copses of trees and rolling hills. Shepherds tended their flocks off on those hills, and waved as the couple passed close enough...
See also "Barbi made to bend over" which describes the events that made me tell this tale. Some men stare at my breasts but men do not have to carry them day in day out. These men make me feel ashamed of my body and my breasts make me feel tired, especially at night simply because they have become so heavy. I always wanted to be like other girls but my mo...
I was an innocent second year college good girl when I first met Jaysin at a party. I really hadn't wanted to be there but I'd been coerced by several friends into being their designated driver. It was the dead of winter, a super cold January night, and I was standing, shivering, by a bonfire, trying to expose as much of myself to it's heat as possible while...
Author's note: I am so indebted to my sweet muse and editor. Many thanks to all of you who have told me you enjoy Chapter 1, and other stories. Your comments, public and private, supportive or critical (or both), really do help me hone my skills. I will try to respond to everyone who leaves me a contact address. New readers might find it best to start wit...
I didn't hear from Jane for more than a week. After our interactions at my house (see "Fun With Dick and Jane-01: Gee Spot Run"), I wasn't sure how to interpret this silence of hers. Was she boggled and speechless by the turbulence of her newly awakened lust? Or was she beginning to think about publicly branding me, her neighbor, as a wicked witch? Perhaps...
As a twenty year old college sophomore I didn't really believe in the occult, magic, psychics, or ghosts. However, my good friends Candice and Bernice apparently did, and caused a kerfuffle when I resisted going into a fortune teller's tent at a carnival one Friday night near the end of a semester. "Come on Amy, live a little, take a chance, experience somet...
There I was, a 35 year old 'Mrs. Robinson' sitting amidst a table full of young 20-somethings. They were all men, except for the friend who had invited me, Tabitha. We had been invited to join their table at Ernie's Pub. So, far off into the corner we trotted with our drinks. The conversations were plentiful though uninteresting. At one end of the table, a...
Again, if you don't like big, black cocks and small, white pussies, read another story. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Unknown insults are sent by little white wimps. * Thomas Jefferson Donnelson, long known as TJ, was the youngest son of a West Virginia coal miner. His four brothers had already left for the North and better jobs. He had graduated...
*****Author's Note***** This story is part of a series composed of 6 chapters. Although this chapter can be read by itself, it is recommended to read the previous chapters in order to get a fuller sense of the story behind the list. A big thanks to findingmyvoice for editing and putting up with me. *********************** Running always seemed to cle...
*Thanks for waiting, guys(: The story changes from here on. Comments and votes are very welcome. Kistle stared blankly at the pliant body on the ground. Even from a distance she could see the pool of blood expanding near its shoulders. A ragged breath tore through her lips as she took in the reality of what she had done. She had killed a man. Kistle mur...