"I'll just go down and get a paper," Lionel announced after showering and dressing. Jean, Judy, and Sandy all nodded their acknowledgments. As the door closed, Sandy turned to the mother and daughter. "Do you think he's going down there to gloat?" Both Jean and Judy gave Sandy a look. "Lionel's not that type," Jean said huffily. *** "Hi Ly." Lionel mome...
This chapter contains lesbian sex, hypnosis, moral quandaries, and a bit of gay sex. Now, I'm guessing not all my regular readers are here for the latter, so if it's not your cuppa, just skip to the next scene break when it rolls around. Snatch kicked a stone, muttering an old tavern tune under his breath. As a rule, the thief generally hated singing, danci...
El Paso We pulled into the RV grounds outside of El Paso early, after an uneventful and fast drive and Cory decided that, as long as it was so early, she would go to have her nails done and a few other things and asked the girl at the office desk if there was a beauty shop nearby. She was told about one only a few miles away and called them on our cell and...
Thankfully, the trial was little more than a formality. I walked from the courthouse a free man, albeit a man with a heavy cloud over his head. I was cleared of the grievous bodily harm of my girlfriend by a jury of five men, four women and three non-binaries. The accusation levelled at me by the prosecution was that I had set out to purposely and maliciousl...
I'm Ashley Catlin; unlike many women, I'm a female of few words, so I'll skip any bullshit that isn't relevant to the moral of my story -- cheating has consequences -- or doesn't somewhat explain why I did what I did. That assumes that what I did will at all appear logical to you. I was the middle child in a family of three, with a two year older flaming ga...
The Bar at the smallish hotel off the casino strip was crowded that November night in 2002 as the conquering heroes entered, some with, valid I.D. some without. These football heroes were all in a boisterous mood. They had just had the best day they could possibly have had against the competition, they had played well and comported themselves like real athle...
Society feels like this crushing weight on us all. How can anyone breathe with this pressure? How do people stay happy? I feel like a bystander sometimes, just watching it all happen around me, going through the motions, wondering when I will have a moment of peace. It isn't the world, it's people. People are so desperate and hungry, so afraid to be anything...
'Tis better to be born lucky than to be born rich. That's what my grandfather reckoned. 'If you are born lucky,' he used to say, 'there's a good chance that you will end up both happy and rich – well, rich enough anyway.' Titch Titchborne was certainly born lucky. You may remember him as the bass player from Blackbeard's Daughter. Not that he was much of a...
Her hair floated on the water, an auburn streak against the liquid blue. It felt warm outside today, and in honor she had shed her clothing on the bank. The water rushed against her skin and making little goose bumps. She giggled and ran her hands over her skin shivering at the touch. The water felt a bit chilly, but it didn't bother her. Although it did mak...
His cock was as hard as a rock and with a penchant for sleeping in the nude, its fat length painfully pressed against the luxurious cotton sheets. The dream of searching for a urinal or bathroom now became reality. He stretched, groaned and yawned his way off the comfortable bed and padded across the length of plush carpeting. The marble flooring was cool, w...