Authors note: This is my Halloween contest entry. It is not spooky or scary or a typical Halloween story in anyway. I will admit it's a little poignant and sad but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Thank you again to RK Moreland for helping with the copy editing, and BrambleThorn whose wisdom really helped when I became bit lost. You are both much appreciated....
My silky panties were being rubbed by his probing fingers. He rubbed my ass, wedging them between my buttcheeks, while kissing me desirously. His erect cock pushed through the fabric of his trousers and into the bone of my hip. I pushed back against his fingers and began rubbing his cock through his pants, feeling the long hard extents as it seemed to burn t...
"Now there's something you don't see often," Aqua says stepping to my side. "Did they just make me their boss?" I ask. "More like an owner or household god," Aqua says with a giggle. I look at her in fear, "That doesn't break any laws of nature or anything does it?" "Not up here. Asking them how it would play in a dark court might be a good idea," she s...
Chapter 14 We waited all the next day for Bernie's call. There was nothing on the News, no big stories of mass arrests or a conspiracy uncovered. The papers were still running with the car bomb story although there wasn't much new to report. They had discounted the claims of the IRA splinter group and fingers were pointing towards Bin Laden and his gang. At...
Part 1, the Loss Laura's view My discussion with Kathy was over. As far I as I was concerned the decision was made. I was out. Totally out. The account, the profile, the e-mails, the fake ID, and all traces of my involvement with this whole damn thing would be closed and/or deleted within the hour. We agreed that it would never be discussed ever again, a...
"Since our three-way session last week my husband has been a man possessed," I explained to Dr. Clark over the phone. "He wants to get into my pants, feel me, and fuck me every day, Doctor." Dr. Don Clark chuckled, "Isn't that why you came to see me, Molly, to get more sex back into your marriage?" "Well, yes," I responded, "but I didn't imagine that his...
1985 "They call you what?" "Nympho!" She said proudly. "I'm half afraid to ask why?" "Why the hell do you think?" I laughed at the whole situation. An 18 year old girl telling me her nickname in order to get me to fuck her. It was such a crude way to drop a hint. But as I thought about it, it made a weird sort of sense. I had been working closely with h...
She brought the shot glass to her lips, drained it, set it back down on the bar. "I'm going to lie to you." He paused, his own shot halfway to his lips, and raised his eyebrows. "Okay?" "I just decided." "Okay. Well then I'll lie to you too." The vodka was smoother than he expected. It burned, but just a little, and it lit a fire in him like vodka shoul...
When she crossed over I-80, Nancy snuggled her lean frame into the soft leather that was wrapped around the driver's seat and kicked off her heels. The countryside and farms blurred beside her and she day-dreamed as the car continued its course, almost on autopilot, down I-57 towards Champaign, Illinois. She enjoyed these drives. They represented the only t...
As long as I have been working as a school librarian, I have traveled every August to a convention the state's Education Department sponsors for teachers, administrators, and anyone else involved in schooling. Usually, my husband, Dan, accompanies me on these trips, and for the last eight or nine years, we have been joined by Janice, a Spanish teacher at the...