"Great," Doug said, and walked a slow half circle around her, behind her but very close. He went to the chair in which Ginny had been sitting and slid it over in front of her. He then sat down in the chair, and leaning on the front edge of it, he looked her slowly up and down, as if contemplating what to do next. Ginny figured he had some ideas, but she thou...
My name is Eric Dennison, and I'm going to get right to the point. Today, my girlfriend and I had the heavenly experience of fucking Shy Beaudelaine. Shy (or Sheriton, as her European mother named her just short of 20 years ago) is the Aphrodite of Glenn College- the unreachable, blindingly sexual creature who's one purpose seems to be to inspire lust and...
That was an outburst. An unnecessary one. Mason had a plan. He was going to reinforce the importance of Ginny talking to her father about her lifestyle choices. But the audacity of her questioning was crossing a line he couldn't ignore. Mason got out of the car and opened the door, gesturing Ginny to get out. She got out laughing and fumbling in her heels on...
This is the second part of Ginny's 2nd Auction. You should read Part 1 first. It will make this part easier to follow. Please feel free to comment, good or bad, and I would really appreciate your votes. Thank you. ***** The drive to Connie's house took about an hour. There was very little said on the drive. The SUV pulled into a circular drive and stopped...
"Hey, twig!" From the corner of her eye, little Ginny noticed the two boys by the fence down the forest trail. She preferred to avoid them, but this was the only path she could take without getting lost. Ginny kept her gaze down, pretending not to hear, and stepped a little faster. The boy who had spoken before walked up to block her path. He folded his ar...
To all, My apologies to all for the tardy submission of Chapter 9. My muse and inspiration for writing this series has taken a hiatus, due to plague, family, work, and home repair. Her editing skills are sorely missed. Alas, my personal motivation evaporated, so it was time to pull up the big boy shorts.. As in all things with life, one muddles through, an...
The day started out just like the last few weeks have. I had just finished at the gym, my body feeling so alive. I love the new body that I have been working on over the last few months. I walk and feel the muscles as they move under my skin; the response from others who see me walk by is not so bad either. I hop into my car for the drive home, feeling t...
Looking for Michela? Her name indeed appears here, but she really only enters the stage in part three. My original part two seemed a bit unwieldy so I split it into two more easily digestible halves, making a newly-introduced bottom entirely dependent on you to determine how long he languishes in the predicament he finds himself in at the end of this part....
Copyright (c) 2003 by Jay Palin. All rights reserved. I'm a sexual obsessive. In some circles it's called "pussy junkie." Whatever. Memories of the repressive tyranny of my domineering, puritanical mother have driven me to bed countless different women all my life. Unlike my more stable male counterparts, my advancing age has done little to temper my libi...
It's been over six months since I won Lily in a poker game and I could have never imagined the impact that that one poker game had on my life. At the time, I thought it was playing for the opportunity to have sex with the most sensual being I had ever laid eyes on. Before I knew it, or fully understood, Lily belonged to me. I had only heard or read about suc...