Act Five: Just Desserts Chapter One: The World Will Never See Centered and combat-ready, Yves had observed Black Cherry's descent with a calm, analytical appreciation for fine form. Black Cherry executed her leap with cliff-diver perfection. Wings fanned out, sailing into the air. Her body curled downward the moment her jump achieved apex. Fists thrust forw...
Val showered with the boy who, without his gimp suit and under normal circumstances, became Kyle. Both men studiously avoided checking each other out, or making any physical contact, a fact which left Samara more than a little amused. 'Fine, I'll get out and you can stop pissing yourself laughing,' Val sighed, getting out and grabbing a towel. 'Come here,'...
Terry and Carla had been together for nearly a decade. They had taken their time, Carla had insisted that they just live together for at least a year before even thinking about getting married. Their very first time in bed together was the day Carla moved in. Not because she was a virgin or anything like that, she wasn't. One of those early on love affairs...
Now, I am not the world's most tidy man - that I will admit. But that is not to admit to being a slob. It's just that I am a man living alone and therefore I may not dust as much as some and I may leave a lot of magazines lying around that, to the anally retentive, might seem messy! The house is clean though; no dirty dishes in the sink and the bathrooms a...
Miranda's dominance and confidence evolved so naturally with every day she spent with the mature women, and the attention shown her by the absolute subservience of Parker, had her warm to that lifestyle, as though her previously timid persona had never existed. Her cunt saw the regular service of his tongue between her broad thighs, and his tears induced by...
The weather outside Slade's houseboat was getting warmer each morning. Spring was certainly on the way. He stepped out on to the back decking overlooking Lake Crystal, drinking his coffee. It was picturesque and tranquil. The water was like a darkened glass reflecting the trees and sky overhead. He had only recently moved in to his beloved house boat - The...
Patience was the voice of Ronnie. And it was Ronnie's voice that I had liked best of all. I'd even told Patience so, in my audio review. I felt my face flush. But Patience didn't look much like Ronnie. She was short - maybe 5'1", and couldn't have weighed 100 lbs. soaking wet. The only things they had in common were thick eyebrows, and long hair - though P...
Maureen's mom had walked her daughter through her earliest years; her injury, those awful first months when she nearly died, the little boy who was her companion and savior, their separation, and her subsequent surgeries and therapy. Maureen listened at first with polite condescension, but her patronizing demeanor soon evaporated; fading into disbelief, then...
This girl under him was sucking Paul dry. He felt old. Tired. Was this what thirty-nine was supposed to be like? When he took his mouth off hers, she looked at him with dead eyes. Vacant. Clouded. A corpse's eyes. He actually felt like crying. Why? Why had the spark, the lively glint faded so fast from her gaze? They were still so new—less than a week to...
All characters in this story are age appropriate. ***** Sept. 03, 1983 Summer had been particularly brutal in the days since I'd lost my virginity to Yvette and every fiber of my being yearned for another chance to fuck her again. Our mothers had some type of drama going on and weren't speaking. It wasn't the first time they had a disagreement and I figur...