I met Cookie in the seventh grade. Her parents had moved to town just in time to enroll her at the start of the school year. I was walking up the steps to the west entrance of the school and I saw her by the front door. She was blocked by three guys who were making fun of her pigtails. She kept trying to get by them, but they kept moving to keep themselves b...
Author's note: As with Part 1 of this story, there are a few Australianisms and other minor references to popular culture, particularly music genres, bands, and a couple of local festivals, which may not be entirely clear as to their meaning. I've tried to explain some as naturally as possible in the text. However, I'll briefly mention a few closely related...
"So this is 'Admiral' Tony MacComhaill's breaking point," a condescending nasal voice commented. Claire couldn't see anything, couldn't move. The not being able to move was why she couldn't see: she couldn't open her eyelids. But she could hear and feel. She heard the nasal voice and another man to whom he was talking. She could feel the hard plastic of the...
I am not going to answer the race question. I will leave it to readers to make up their own minds. Is race how you perceive yourself or how others see you? Maddening, I know. I will try to put in lots of good sex and plot twists to ease your aggravation and keep you titillated. It seems to take hours to make the 40-mile drive home and I am still reeling...
*All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18, in case it's not obvious or mentioned. *Thanks to Alwaysready64 for his help editing this because we become blind to our own mistakes. I will warn beforehand if a chapter has any special erotic categories in them that fall outside of the story's assigned category. This is a long story inten...
Illustrations by LunA 2. LUST FOR A LADY Grace watched through the windshield of her gray Chrysler 200 at the armored transport pulling in front of the Havenswood Psychiatric Facility. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as she waited for the prisoner to disembark. Two uniformed officers opened the back doors, and brought out Catherin...
I like to think of myself as a master of exploitation. Others will call me a bitch, a whore, or just plain evil. But my interference in the affairs of others is minimal; its victims further extend the problems I cause. Many solutions present themselves, but are neither explored nor realized. I feel no sympathy, and remain far from empathy. I only feel joy fo...
Thanks to mikothebaby for editing this story. * * * * * * Betty Sutton scanned the bar around her nervously. Though she'd done this many times before, she was always worried that she'd run into someone she knew. The chances of that were remote since she'd picked a meeting place that was a half hour's drive away from her neighborhood, but you couldn't be to...
~ ONE ~ "Don't worry about me Sally, I'm fine - really." I put the phone down on the desk. She worries too much - but she's my daughter and I know she loves me and wants me to be happy but I wish she wouldn't keep calling me every other day and asking me if I'm eating right, if I'm getting enough sleep - I'm an almost fifty year old man, I know how to take...
One Word It was one of those things you say in the heat of the moment that, if you're lucky, you get chance to regret. She looked at me with what I'd normally call bedroom eyes, sultry and dark with black lining and thick lashes. Realistically she was the type of woman you took home for one night and spent the rest of your life dreaming about; not the type...