Author's note. These are not stand alone stories. If you haven't read chapters 1-7, please go back and read them first, or this chapter will make no sense. ****** Chapter 8: Tying the knot, and epilogue I think Autumn was always my favorite time in the South. The excitement of graduation and starting to work full-time was past. We'd survived another stick...
This is a love story. Although, not in the conventional sense because I have never been a conventional kinda woman. * National Organization of Women formed during my teen years. Gloria Steinem went undercover as a Playboy Bunny and Billy Jean King had beaten down the sexual stigma in sports. I pursued my equality as well. I viewed marriage as the death o...
The scent of fresh bread and pastries is everywhere. So are slim girls wearing slinky dresses. Crop tops and yoga pants. Or little leather jackets with skinny jeans. That much hasn't changed since I visited with my bohemian aunt Bea last Summer. What has changed is that Bea booked us into the Georges V on the Champs Elysees, perhaps the grandest of the wor...
After that night it was decided that Chris would travel with Alexis and Lana. They spent their days travelling and Alexis and Chris usually snuck away at night. Alexis felt bad leaving Lana alone, but she wasn't just having sex for fun. She hoped that by doing it so much, she could hopefully avoid whatever it was that made her act like some whore whenever so...
In December they celebrate Christmas with Bruce and Maud, and some friends from the theatre who have no family. There is a lot of snow, but Vincent can still use his bicycle to travel to and from St James'. The players are all ready for the premiere, but since that is on Valentine's day, they will have to wait at least one more month. As George Alexander d...
"What the hell good is practicing witchcraft if you can't even get a little love magic going in your own life?" said Ron, talking to himself in the antique hall mirror. "I'm not that bad looking...am I?" A strange, ethereal voice filled his ears. "No Ron, you're the fairest of them all!" He spun around, catching Meg before she could duck down behind the co...
Author's note - this story is about desperation and wetting fetishes. If that's not your thing, this would be a very good place to stop... it also helps if you've read the first part first. ***** Kate and Sam were both having trouble walking as they left the Prince of Orange. Sam was pressing a knuckle into the crotch of her skirt to try and help contain h...
A true story When I was 18 we went camping on the Colorado River. I was tall, had long sable hair to the bottom of my tight virgin ass, and looked much older than 18. My skin was dark from many hours out in the beautifully hot sun, and from my own Native American heritage. My already large breasts were full and ripe, and even a slight breeze could make thos...
The car swung into the driveway, its lights shining through the driving rain onto the isolated beach house. "That's it!" Allison said. "Hopefully Margaret's still here," Henry said. Henry pulled the car right to the front steps. They grabbed their stuff from the back seat and braced for the downpour. "Ready?" Henry asked. "Been ready for a long tim...
When I get home from work on a Friday night, Margo tells me that we are going to go hang out with her friend Tonya and her husband Rick after dinner. It's good news as far as I'm concerned; as they are both people I really enjoy spending time with. We pick up wine on the way there. Rick doesn't drink wine and I don't drink at all, but Margo gets two big bott...