Cat hated to fly. Rather unusual for a former space flight engineer. Flight simulators were okay, but she just didn't trust the commercial airline industry. Probably a result of listening to disgruntled aeronautical engineers and mechanics complaining about how much they hated their employers. Oh and lets not forget the pilots who sit in airport lounges drin...
Part Two -- Simmering in Las Vegas Author's Note: I was literally blown away by the positive comments I got from my first part. This is my first story attempt and I am enjoying the process. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. I can only get better if I know what I did wrong. Chapter 1 Tuesday I woke up with all 12 coins in my possession. This...
Sam +++ I don't remember when it started exactly but I have always loved and been fascinated by women and sex. The thought of sex. Talk about sex. Watching sex. Having sex. Even the smell of sex – well sometimes anyway. It's just an intrinsic part of me. It's probably down to my religious upbringing resulting in repressed sexuality leading to feelings of g...
The final line of a chorus invaded my ears as I woke up to our clock radio rudely blaring: Everybody wants to take your baby home! A couple of snare hits signaled a new verse. The vocals continued in their incongruously cheery tone: When you're in love with a beautiful woman, watch your friends! Background singers perkily chimed in: Watch your friends! Y...
Susan first appears in Entertaining at Home which you might want to check out. You can thank JD for forcing George onto Susan. Comments, support and suggestions are appreciated. * Translator's note: Fanny has a different meaning in the UK from the US. ***** 'Will you stop flashing your fanny at that poor boy, my assistant. You'll get plenty of chances to...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.*.* "You're not my father; you can't tell me what to do," sixteen year old Gloria Esposito sneered at her daddy, Jared Broussard. Jared resist...
Charlie Owens walked past the reception desk in the lobby of Tyler, Dallas and Harrison, trying to look as nonchalant as he could. If the fair-haired twenty-one year old was lucky, anyone would assume he was just back from a coffee break, and not coming in two hours late. He had just about made it when Brenda Peters, the law firm's receptionist, looked up fr...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. Yes there's too many people to keep track of. Yes it jumps around too much. Yes it's too long. Yes it's too short. Yes it's in the wrong category. Yes this is stupid shit. And, yes. I am a h...
Author's note: This story is hard to categorize. Without giving away too much, it contains straight sex, group sex, voyeurism, a little bit of self-pleasure, a little bit of exhibition, humor, grudges, nostalgia, longtime crushes, memory lanes, and ten years of pent-up attraction between a boy-turned-man and our female protagonist. More than anything, though...
AUTHOR'S FORWARD: THE PROLOGUE IS THE SAME AS EPILOGUE FROM DARLA'S GAMES CHAPTER 16 IF YOU WANT TO FAST FORWARD A BIT, I WILL THROW ONE OF THESE ****** IN THERE. READING DARLA'S GAMES IS PROBABLY PINNACLE TO READING AND UNDERSTANDING THE EARLY CHAPTERS OF JILL'S WORLD. IN FACT, THE VERY FIRST CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE EXTRAORDINARILY BORING FOR A NEW READER WH...