Janna had been home for a long time before Mary arrived. It was almost 11:00 before she walked in the door, with Bobby who had a large box in his hands. Mary showed him where to put it down and introduced Janna. “Janna, this is Bobby, he worked with me helping me with the clothes that I had to wear. Bobby, Janna, my room mate and lover.” The shook each oth...
I had opened a third bottle of wine and we were working on our second glass when I heard the doorbell ring. “Ta ta!” I announced, “I thinkith our pizza hath arrived.” I stood and reached for my wallet. “Do you want me to answer the door?” Angel was smiling and there was a glazed look in her eyes. “You’re not dressed,” I reminded her. “You can’t open the do...
After several requests, I have penned another story of the lucky trucker. You don't need to read the first one first, but if you like this one, you will probably like the original, too. ----------------------------- I'm a cross country trucker and I want to share a very special experience with you. I've been driving for more than 22 years and recently "c...
I hope you enjoy this new story. A bit of a ramble at first, but that's how it came out - and I like the sex. Please leave a comment or a vote: it's very encouraging! ***** She was running, hard. Southon could see her effort written on her face while her little dark blue suitcase bounced and jumped behind her, its wheels hopelessly unsuited for the job. C...
"Do you believe in magic," Sarita asked. "The supernatural? Paranormal occurrences which can't be explained by modern science?" The question caught Leanne off guard as they were having lunch at an upscale downtown restaurant. As department managers for a major corporation, they were used to talking about employees, deals, and deadlines, often during lunch h...
Parvani's parents could have sent her to any university in the country. But they much preferred to have her staying at home. My Dad was supporting our family on a single salary; he couldn't afford to cover my tuition, much less the cost of residence at an out-of-town school. There was no issue about me continuing to live at home, though, so room and board...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: As always, this story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. * It wasn't like it had been that one time in college, when she got wasted and made out with her sorority sister while a gaggle of horny guys stood around in a semi-circle, slack-jawed and half-hard. What she did that night was har...
Dear friends. It is with great trepidation that I have embarked on the third and ostensibly the last part of the toothbrush story. It has two parts. First, the 7th and the final chapter (small one) of the previous story that I am sure would bring around some more insults. But, it couldn't be worse than what has already been said. What worries me is the app...
edited by Asylum Seeker * (Scythe: A tool composed of a long curved blade fixed at an angle to a wood handle, used for mowing, reaping, etc.) Cleave watched from across the field as the shiny new Volvo pulled up the weedy driveway leading to the Bleaker house. He'd already seen the white and green Bekins moving van depositing its load of fancy furniture a...
The heavy wooden door opened slowly, framing and revealing the room like a panning camera. Plain white walls, varnished pine floor. A wide bed with a cast iron frame topped with gleaming brass knobs. She knelt on it, naked, blindfolded, her face bowed between her chained, outstretched arms, half hidden in the tumble of her hair; her knees spread obscenely wi...