This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
"Out Adam!" Lynn pointed her finger sternly to the other side of the reception desk. Adam sat on the top of the desk belonging to Cassie, a young, very buxom, brunette receptionist. The girl didn't seem to mind much judging by her wide, sparkling grin. He offered an innocent glance towards his supervisor. "Now!" Lynn insisted, "Stop hanging around receptio...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
The sun rose over the land of Thrace. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Tecmessa was restless under her tent. She had been having dreams again. Strange dreams. She was afraid of them. These were dreams that would get her into trouble if the others found out about them. She was dreaming of a strange man she felt was destined to become her lo...
*** Meanwhile, out on the west coast... Remember the little "Goldilocks", the little blonde toy that Monnie keeps for a playmate? This is what starts to happen to her. It also starts out with sadness, but hey, ya get the bad with the good, right? This one had to be long, just like the last one, I'm afraid. But things are beginning to move along as this pic...
I don't quite know whether this is an essay or a poem. It is a not formal poetry, but neither is it a formal essay. It is a meditation, a musing. Some women do not seem to fully appreciate their own beauty and wonder - the loveliness of each of their parts. They wonder why men lust after what they may view as "gynecological." I do not think I can do total ju...
Synopsis; 'Plain Janes' are not always as they seem – some have been tutored by relatives who lurk in the background, waiting to receive those caught in a contrived web. Jane Whistler's appearance was that of a well groomed, prim and clean living girl. At 30, she appeared to have been left on the shelf. She rarely socialised, other than to indulge her work...
Acknowledgements: My very grateful thanks to AngelLove for agreeing to edit this story, for her very timely work, and her valuable suggestions and corrections. Copyright 2006 by Zeta. All rights reserved. Rose turned and looked at the red numbers on the clock: six-seventeen a.m. The bedroom was beginning to lighten as the sun rose, heralding the new day a...
Troy was distraught when Lisa ditched him; he'd not known her that long, but had visions of grandeur over their budding relationship, and had masturbated daily over the thought of her allowing him to bed her. Now, here at the mall, and in front of several of her smiling female friends, she had taken a curt pleasure in dismissing him. "You're just not up to...
First, there was the woodland trail, and birds singing in every tree. Jillian felt the dirt of the path between her toes, and her father's hand was warm in her own, large and calloused; comfortably, protectively cradling her small fingers. 'Daddy, where is the witch's house? Can we see the gingerbread on it?' 'Honey-sweet, it's just a little ways further o...