copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved 2011 Venice, California Tuesday, December 8th, 1931 James Ewart drove north along the coastline to Albert Kinney's vanishing dream. Venice, built with such fanfare twenty-five years ago had become nothing more than the backwash of an oil field. In 1930, amid much enthusiasm, the Ohio Oil Company struck oil....
There you go! For your pleasure. Just a note: please do not leave a comment if it's going to be about the number of weeks it'll take for a typhoid shot to actually work. I did my research. I know. Other than that, knock yourselves out! (: Much love xx * She started when the door to the cabin opened, though she shouldn't have been surprised. She'd been e...
Thomas rode onto his new property around mid day on a cold January day. His future plans were thrown into turmoil and his last chance at any future. His new home and business was also a new start for him as well. Thomas was now free of his father's rule, and had talked him into handing over some of the families land to him. Thomas liked to think it was his f...
A 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond the size depicted in Woody Allen's "Giant Breast" skit in "Everything...
CHAPTER 1 The slightly over-weight thirty-something (actually thirty) brunette with arresting near-luminous eyes was working hard in the office gym when Riley Lewis from her office entered as she lifted light weights, feet on the floor and stretched back on the padded bench. "Gosh Micki your crotch is almost dripping and look at the pool under your breasts...
One upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a young woman named Cinderella. Cinderella was generally a happy girl during her young life, until her mother died when she was seven. It broke her young heart, for Cinderella loved her mother very much. A few years later her father married another woman who had two daughters of her own, both of whom were o...
The unlovely buildings of the Benton Correctional Facility squatted on the edge of the desert and within its electrified borders there dwelt a combustible mix of a thousand men. All of them had been found guilty of offences meriting serious time. It was no holiday camp. The governor of Benton, John Reynolds, lived in a secluded house in an affluent area...
The thorough written evaluation of my earlier interlude with Miss Lillian was cut short by a sharp rapping at the entry hallway door. As my subject was likely at this point lodged in my study, either contentedly, apprehensively, or blankly I could not truthfully fathom, for her general abandon of months of work and progress may have 'reset the clock' as it w...
The schoolgirl is wearing a gymslip of such a dark shade of blue it appears almost black. She is bending forward and stretching across a small table that boasts a cover of purple chenille, resting the flattened palms of her hands on the hard surface and pressing one side of her flushed face between them. The back of her skirt as been folded up to her waist a...
CHAPTER 1 Almost nineteen years ago Mr and Mrs Hendricks unthinking named the first of their two children Alfredia Janella Hendricks. Pretty and petite AJ as she preferred being called for obvious reasons, was finally getting over her latest bad experience that college was a solid place of learning rather than a cauldron of sex, fun and mayhem as portrayed...