Carly and I slogged our luggage through local Jamaican customs, schlepped out of the terminal and found our rental car. In the space of the last week, we'd graduated from State and gotten married. And here we were, less than 24 hours after the wedding, ready to chill out and have fun on our honeymoon. "I'll load the luggage if you go in search of directions...
Chris was worried, he could see the train coming but there was no sign of Joanne. The train pulled in and stopped. Chris got on and had a last look down the platform. She wasn't there. His phone indicated a text. 'Missed train, but more important missed u XX' He text back: 'missed u 2. Will phone later XX' It felt really strange being on the train on hi...
Disclaimer: The following is a consensual story featuring three female celebrities. Any similarity to reality is coincidental. -- "Welcome to Holiday Inn," the twenty-something receptionist said as Canadian country singer Lindsay Ell stood at the front desk. "May I see your identification and ask what brings you to Daytona Beach today?" "I'm here for the...
Prose for the Fallen Wide-eyed and terrified Upgraded and modified Tormented urge becoming amplified By inhuman torture of needs denied Prologue Carly stood on the precipice at the edge of the clearing, looking down at the white river thundering past far below. Spray kicked up from the water as it tumbled over the rocky valley, obscuring the view further...
Thank you to ftw752, jsragmanus, and LaRascasse for their generous help. *** CHAPTER 1: A LIFTING BUDDY Slam! Carly lost her grip on the lat pull-down bar. The bar went flying up, causing the weights she was lifting to slam into the stack of weights below. The resulting clang reverberated throughout the gym, turning Carly's cheeks a becoming shade of crim...
"Yeah, I live with my mum", Carly giggled. Her silver t-shirt stretched across her breasts as she arched back in her chair. "Dad left us both when I was born. Bastard", she added impassively. I grinned as I looked at Carly's creamy belly, exposed above the waist of her satin hipster skirt. These young girls really know how to turn a guy on, I thought to mys...
Philp Johnson Chapter One His first reaction was anger. Damn it he'd served his time on a jury why was he being called again? Then when he thought about it more he realized it had been over two years ago and his very first time was a murder trial that seemed to go on forever. There was however, still a chance his number wouldn't be called from the large...
I hate knives. My brother was mucking around with one when we were teenagers and sliced my hand open to the bone. I was damn lucky not to lose the use of a couple of my fingers. Twenty three stitches to sew it up and a permanent scar. I'm long divorced. The ex decided the hassle of a husband and kids was more than she wanted and just shot through one day, l...
It had been a slow night. Carly was on her third night of training at a small town bar. The bartender who was training her, Luke, was at the other end of the bar talking with some friends. Carly leaned over the bar and stifled a yawn. She watched Luke bid goodbye to his friends, and clean up the bar where they sat. He bent over to pick a bottle cap up off th...
As my wife hangs from the display hook in Jackson's house, I am busy sucking my fourth or fifth cock of the night, a number that will surely double or triple by morning. Emma, my wife, is mostly clad in latex. Her arms are bound together with a latex arm sleeve and attached to the massive hook that comes down from Jackson's 15-foot ceiling. She is on displa...