I grinned wickedly to myself. Looking left and right I made sure the coast was clear, hooked my foot over the window ledge and slipped inside. They'd been pranked by me at the university, but so far no one had been personally pranked by me yet, and Miss Emily Waters was just the person to be my first victim. Blonde, pretty, thoroughly sucked up to by Arlene...
Don't ever get your sister pissed off. Especially if she's a nurse! It all happened because of a silly bet we made, and that's a long story, but it started very lightly. She and I were home for the summer; I had just started university, was a cocky freshman and she was about to graduate in nursing. Was she proud of herself. Like there was nothing she could...
The story that Sandy told us, ended up with as many pairs of damp knickers as any of the other tales. It concerned a group of ladies who lived in Dickin Close, they all, well, with the exception of Josie, had daughters. All were within a year or so of each other, Josie, had a son, Derek, who was causing problems in his sixth form at secondary school. The Se...
I wriggle again in my chair, denying to myself that it's the man lying, nude, across the bench in the center of the room that is making me so wet. I'm not supposed to be turned on by the model, my hand still moving in gentle strokes on the paper as I do my best to capture that which has enchanted me. His semi. Even I can tell he wasn't fully erect, and tha...
"Suddenly, I'm in the mood for finger food." [....hmmm, let me back up to the beginning of 'lunch'.] $$$$$$$$$$ The mingy, fine-grained blacktopped parking expanse was nearly esurient. To be expected, considering the adjuratory rain had just ceased. Now, the freshly-paved fragrance of the warming asphalt violated my nasal cilia. An assiduous sun sent an i...
"There are only two tragedies: One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it." -Oscar Wilde *** Most of the year it was just an empty lot, dusty and overlooked. Little ever grew there, and no one ever tried to build anything on it. But people knew, deep down, that it was a special place, and they treated it with deference. It was a place...
Ah, the fabulous fifties. Dwight Eisenhower was in the White House, gays were in the closet, tail fins were all the rage and "good" girls didn't go all the way until marriage. Boys did, but only if they could find a "bad" girl willing to go there. I wasn't one of those boys, and neither were most of my horny, sex-starved high school buddies. We were all fr...
John watched his buddy Dan maneuver his way through the crowded living room and up towards his dream girl, Amy Mitchell. John was happy that Dan had finally worked up enough courage to at least talk to Amy, whom he had lusted over for nearly three years of high school. John glanced around at the crowd of teenagers attending Samantha Mathers' party and grin...
It was a big house with peeling paint and sagging shutters, but Emily smiled at the sight of it and sighed with relief. It had been a long walk and her shoulders ached from the weight of her two valises. How far, she wondered from that fork in the road? No matter. The house ahead meant she was near her destination - Rock Ridge, Colorado. She set her bags dow...
(Hi! Thanks for reading. As always, please pardon any errors. I upload revisions if needed. If you have any ideas for situations or things you'd like to see, please let me know. Feel free to leave constructive comments. I appreciate the feedback.) ______________ There was no stopping this, he decided. Enough was enough. The library sat in front of a major...