It was about eleven o'clock in the morning and we were sitting at home, Becca sitting on the floor playing her Game Boy and me reading the newspaper when Ashley walked in the living room and dumped herself on the couch with a loud sigh. I moved the paper enough to look at Becca, who looked up at me and smiled. We both knew how Ashley could be when she was bo...
At eighteen years old, I'd made my fair share of mistakes, but this one was by far the worst. I'd asked my last ride to drop me off at a highway crossroads, God knows how many miles back. Told him I had enough food and water, and brains, to make it on my own. He had warned me how dangerous it was, but I had been so cocksure. So certain in my ability to surv...
--- Week 4 -- Thursday Night --- I didn't get to go home this night 'cause Ortega didn't call me a taxi. No surprise there. Duh! However, he didn't call Justin to pick me up, either. Instead, he saw off his business partner Miller, not paying any kinda attention to me or Shelly. I guess he was still super mad at his ass-istants. Whatever! Like a pair of go...
INTRODUCTION: This is a satirical piece aimed at both ends of the social ladder. It is probably best to hang ones rational mind at the door before entering. It is intended as a fun, quick read without any great moral or message. However, I hope some may find it to also contain a kernel of mystery regarding true love and the sometimes unusual forms it may tak...
Life of Koh - Ch. 03 Jane and Tom were on the couch, the same one that Koh had stained. Tired of waiting for Arlene to make her move, she sent word that she had a role for him. The servants had been given the night off, and they were alone in the big house. Jane had pulled out all the stops; under her silk kimono she had on a delicate bra and panty combi...
Note-This is a reworking of What a Jewel. I got feedback that tells me Jewel's breasts are massive. I have seen her breasts, and they ARE big. Why I said they were small is beyond me. I think I was trying to be respectful to Jewel for some odd reason. It is MY story after all, and I HIGHLY doubt she will ever read it. Anyhow, the following is a more realisti...
Our Barely Legal-Aged Local Bar Adventure Beginnings I wrote in another section about how we started going to Strip Clubs in the Midwest as soon as we were of legal age. There were many strip joints in the next city. Some were up-scale and many sleazy low-classed neighborhood dives. A combination of low pay, more fun at the little joints, and raising a new...
Hands roaming over her breasts again, they were strong, but so cold. Caressing the soft body below in ways not known before, teasing relentlessly as they slid down the generous curve of a hip. The breath in her ear was always hot and filled with an unnamable lust, that primal growl that came from this delightful intruder's throat each time he paid her a v...
Claire Fitzpatrick I've found myself on a moral ambiguity kick, a sign of brevity, and had decided to let the world in on my subconscious as I ruminated on 'taboo' subjects. It's not that I wanted people to be repelled by me, but I wanted to be repelled by them, sickened by their own repugnance. I've decided experience in a manner that is absorbing, penetr...
Until yesterday I had a secret. A secret I've kept from everyone outside my family for 22 years. You see, I was born with a tail. It's not a really big deal, people are born with extra toes and fingers all the time. Doctors just snip them off, everything's cool. But if you're a hillbilly girl, born in a shack in the Appalachians, there's no doctor to cut it...