This is Chapter Six of a book. The characters and situations will be more understandable if the previous chapters have been read. Because it is a book, some of the chapters are more exciting than others, and some situations do not complete until the next chapter. I could have run this through my regular publisher and made a couple hundred dollars, but I am p...
Book 3 - Growth Chapter 1 -- Off the Record Wednesday evening Ken and Dave sat at the bar in the media room watching a re-run of an old football game. The TV wasn't that important; the discussion was. Ken had just finished a ninety-minute flight lesson with Alice. Pam was traveling again. Ken tentatively said, "Last Saturday night blew me away. Thank you...
I never would have suspected anything if it wasn't for all the jail time I had to do. "You're in for it now, you thieving polecat," the nine year old in Western duds told me as he slammed the makeshift gate of the "jail" closed. He turned around to give a man, probably his father, a high five. I looked around the pokey. There were three dads there, all bu...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ——————— Race Relations Tucker's old college roommate was in town. Charles came back to visit at least once a year. He grew up in the city, and went to the University on a partial scholarship, the only way his family could afford such an expensive school. His business degree served him...
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one in a series of stories about Susan O'Malley, a sexy older woman who loves to dominate men and women, young and old, with her golden showers. It contains scenes of extreme female domination and sex, pee-drinking, facesitting, farting, etc) Susan O'Malley wasn't much of a church goer. Never, in fact, did she go to church, save fo...
It's strange, but I was happy to get back to work on Monday. After a life disruption like I'd been through, the return of routine was welcome. I parked very close to where I'd been stabbed. Heading towards the elevator, I paused and looked over at the stairwell where it happened. I shuddered and walked on, wondering if I'd ever be able to go into work agai...
So twice a week the boys who were to play the Red Indians in Miss Cuff's school drama had to drag themselves down the echoing corridors of Grover Cleveland High and report to Miss Assam, the principal's secretary. They stood in front of her beetroot red and shuffling. She would mark their names, flash them a grim smile and send them to the second door on the...
The Indian summer was well past. It was a fine day but cold, the wind biting as Dennis and Tony came out of a side lane, crossed a road and entered a half-timbered pub for lunch. A good walk in the morning but not at all the sort of day for a swim and a wander naked in the woods. The closest they had come to their companionable nudity and wanking of the summ...
She was a housewife, married for the past seven years. Now, at the age of twenty nine, she was a mother of two, a home-maker. She was confined within the walls of her husband's house, sharing the house with a nagging mother-in-law, as most average Indian families did. Her all-day working husband left her at the mercy of his mother, who treated her not more l...
.... Jeremy fucked my face for a few minutes, and then he spun me around to the gloryhole, where I saw a nice 8-inch cut cock in front of me. As I wrapped my lips around it and started to suck, I felt my skirt being hiked up and my panties unceremoniously yanked down around my thighs. "Suck that cock, slut. You look so slutty in your little business suit s...