[There's a spanking and a good deal of focus on all women's bodily functions, so if inclusion of those bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] Karen lives up to her name. She's 43, 5-7, reddish blonde hair, 140 lbs., 34C, and is a soccer mom who for 20 years has spread her legs and obliged her husband who fucks her every third nigh...
The Treehouse -- Part II "So, what did you get up to on leave Dave?" I was sitting around a table in a bar not far from base. Around me were my buddies, also back from the end-of-tour leave. We were all having a beer and catching up. It was a mutual B.S. session with all the guys either laughing at stories from the tour or comparing tales of all the drama...
"Meet for a late night snack?" Jen's heart skips a beat as she reads the text from Jacob. She hasn't seen Jacob in months, since they both left town to go off to University. Now, back for Christmas break, she can't wait to see him again. They've been best friends since they were seven. They were in all the same classes in elementary school and hung out wi...
Friday and Saturday It is a cliché of the high school movie that the social structure is rigid, and it is almost impossible to change your status. That once you are classified as a nerd, a jock, a stoner, or a popular kid, you are locked into that status for four years barring something like getting super powers. As a nerd and social outcast, I had always h...
Once again I must thank HONEYWLDCAT for her patience and help with this story. Her editing is thoughtful and always encouraging. Thank you so much. * On the second Saturday in March, Grant High School held its annual fundraiser. They had a carnival in the gym of the school. There were food booths, games of chance, games of skill and crafts for sale. We...
When the alarm went off the sunshine was already streaming in and Lori was sprawled beside me. Church was at 10. We had about two hours to get ready. Lori wanted to shower together but I begged off. I knew that if did, we'd miss church. I also reminded her that we needed Mom and Dad's goodwill if we were going to have any chance of staying together. It cam...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
“Miss Dee? Miss Dee!” Zanny stopped in the hallway and looked behind her to see Mr. Zobel fighting his way through the mass of students heading for the exits. It was three o’clock and most of the kids were now off for the day, so the noise and rush of young bodies was considerable, but the assistant principal had plenty of experience with negotiating crowds...
So, it didn't take long before I ran into Terri and she called in the favor that I owed. It seemed pretty innocent at first. She wanted to move off campus and found a great two-bedroom townhouse just a few blocks from the school, in a great neighborhood. Rent was only nine-hundred dollars a month (which was less than what Buffy and I were paying for our dorm...
The young man's name was Aaron Olson. He was a high school senior and he lived with his mom and his grandfather. His dad had died when he was two. His mom worked full time in his grandfather's camera shop, and he worked there part-time. Aaron, his mother and grandfather all lived in her childhood home. The Bardoorian sisters occupied the house across the a...