There was a terrifying silence from the engines. The deafening, comforting roar was suddenly missing, replaced by a whistling wind and incoherent yells on the intercom. Acrid, choking smoke was thick in the air and the aircraft was now at an unnatural angle as it dived uncontrollably. He had heard the skipper's shout to bail out, the order that he'd hoped...
Before we return to the story, I'd like to thank all of those who have taken the time to offer praise, criticism and general commentary on chapters one though three of Jess's adventures. And now, on with the story.... After viewing Bob James' surveillance video of my husband and his lover, I was in turmoil. I was angry, I was hurt, I was scheming my reveng...
All Characters are 18 or older. ***** Before Reggie could respond, a light flipped on illuminating a room in the house next to hers. "Fuck!" the supposedly well satisfied female next to me swore. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It's that bitch of a slut, Sydnie-Ann Jablonski! Oh, Howie, please don't let that whore, Sydnie-Ann see it!" "I don't understand."...
Jason hadn't seen Kelsi for a few days. After she admitted to blowing the professor, she seemed to be avoiding him. But Jason was also working quite a bit and so it was easy to avoid him. Finally he decided to go see her at work. Just as before, when he saw her talking to Professor Huxley, he happened upon her talking to an older guy as he approached. How...
The pretty girl smiled at Payton. She must have been at least ten years younger than him, as all the interns were still in college. She had the sweetest face: softly rounded cheeks and a splash of freckles on her nose. Her skin was like cream. She had very straight, fine hair, a shade right between blonde and brown. He heard her name was Grace. Grace lower...
2. Early Training It wasn't until the fourth night that they contacted me again. During the intervening period I'd dutifully sat, as ordered, in front of my computer between mid-night and one am, clad only in a satin corselet stockings and high heels, with my video link camera trained on my exposed body and with my computer open to any casual interrogation...
A couple of days after my little tea party with my wife, Marge, and her naughty friends, I received an email from Sarah, another from her circle, a very respectable schoolteacher in her late 40s. Intrigued, I opened it to find a short message with several attachments of Sarah in various stages of undress. She had been talking to Angie, she said, and she wond...
** When I was in middle school we heard a lot of strange rumors about the sex contest that some of the girls at the high school were having. These stories are based on those rumors. ** Renee ran up the stairs, burst into her best friend Stacy's bedroom and threw herself across the bed in an attitude of woe. Her long brown hair spilled over the bed in a silk...
Most of my stories are written for my wife's reading pleasure. She sometimes is the character and others she is not. Most are written from an aspect that places her there or gives her the most realism that I can possibly give. I hope you enjoy. 1 I'm sitting here with the aroma of fine leather, cedar plank floors and Yankee candles bombarding my senses. A...
Part 4 — Walking Naturally that was not the end of it. A month was not up—not for another thirty days. He had asked her when she was free again. Sally had tried to say not for a week but he had quizzed her and she had to admit that, whilst she was seeing Jerry later in the weekend, Saturday was actually free. He had suggested a walk in the country. She ha...