THE HOOD Restrained in the pram with its raised hood, Michael could not see the sky above. The only thing he could was to look upon the girls escorting him. The taller one must of course be Melissa, the oldest. She was a big girl with remarkably broad shoulders. Not as tall as her mother and not that big breasts, although he could sense quite a lot bulging...
************************************************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois May 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. **********...
Sixth period phys. ed. was not a particularly fun class, especially for the coed girls of Jim Bridger High. After calisthenics the boys retreated to the football field for a pick up game of touch while most of the girls walked around the track in their cliques talking about who was going to prom with whom, Jimmy Davidson's new Mustang, and of course, Coach H...
It's a trip that I have been waiting to make for a very long time, but haven't had the guts to do it. Today I am swallowing my pride and doing it, regardless of what anxiety I may be feeling. The doctors waiting office is welcoming and the seats are relatively comfortable. But I just can't shake my fears. "Next" the nurse calls as she opens the waiting roo...
His abduction had been planned for a month. When I finally had him there before me, cowering, there was nothing that would stop me. I knew what I wanted, no matter how ruthless and degrading. I knew I had to do something to him to truly prove to him what he was to me. Perhaps he was trying to make me feel sorry for him. I felt nothing, though, because I ha...
A true story He is my touchstone. I am nervous, yes. Very. I try not to think about why I am here. Sitting at the back of the room on a bench, clinging to His arm, my hair is in a simple ponytail. I have no makeup on... it's not necessary. I will be wearing my hood. The workshop room is huge; larger than life posters of gorgeous people hang down from al...
It's a humid summer night. We decide to go out to the bar to escape the heat. You are wearing a flimsy sun dress, the humid air dampening the fabric enough that it clings to your legs instead of flowing freely. As I drive, I can see the dress riding up your glistening legs while you sit in the passenger's seat looking out the window. The AC is blasting but...
"Witnessed" I hear said behind me. So simple a word. So very simple a word to end a man's life with. Swallowing I feel the tight cord biting at my Adam's apple. Looking out over the crowd I wish they would hurry with the hood. I don't want to see these faces looking at me anymore. I'll still have to hear the voices. "Ya going to dance for us?" one calls o...
"Baxter?" Shari turned her head, taking a closer look. "Baxter, what's the matter?" He had inexplicably stopped the car, and turned the ignition off. Now he was just sitting there, hanging onto the steering wheel with one hand, staring out the windshield as if lost deep in thought. She waved her hand in front of his eyes, without getting a response, not even...
We were driving home for the weekend. As I drove, my hand could easily stroke your thigh. As the interstate was dark, you obliged by opening your legs more. By now, my fingers were running along your panty line. Slowly, my fingertips slid across the thin cloth of your yoga pants, stroking your lips through the material. For several miles, my gentle pressure...