Прелюдия. Играя в подающую большие надежды, до v0.2, "Newlife", (но к сожалению сейчас скатившуюся в "исправлена опечатка"), я никак не мог понять - почему вместо кнопки "Next week" не написано "Next day"? Почему мы играем по выходным, и неужели на неделе так всё тухло и рутинно что не стОит об этом упоминать? (ну, за...
"Hi Pete!" Sherrin shouted across the road. "You OK?" Pete smiled and shouted back: "Yes, fine, you?" Sherrin walked across and smiled at him. "Yes, very well. I was just wondering if you would, eh, you know, rub my back again. It was fun last time wasn't it?" Pete smiled and had an instant flashback to their recent time together where they enjoyed a wond...
Louise stood examining herself in the dressing room mirror. "Ugh," she blew out frustrated. Shopping was never something she really enjoyed but dress shopping was physically painful. She never really understood where her contempt for the activity came from, she laughed thinking of the disaster that had been prom dress shopping. A small smile touched her lip...
You may recall my previous adventures with Gabby the French hitchhiker that I picked up just out of Las Vegas and how we sucked and fucked as we traveled to San Francisco via Los Angeles. You will also recall that I had agreed to give Gabby's sister Louise a lift to Los Angeles. Gabby's sister Louise was a doctor who had just been appointed to a hospital in...
Tommy and I were finishing our congealed plates of scrambled eggs and home fries when Jennifer and Mary Louise came out of the princess bedroom, holding hands and sneaking secretive glances at each other. "Breakfast kind of got cold," I apologized, rising from my chair to seat Jennifer. Tommy stood up and helped Mary Louise into a chair also, taking advanta...
Dear Dirty Diary, Brassy trumpets, thumping drums and crashing cymbals increasingly trespassed into the soundtrack of my most lushly sensual daydream. The brassy confusion of marching bands obliterated the wind's delicate whispering through tall pine trees as well as the plaintive cries of loons. My shimmering vision of sparkling blue waters surrounding our...
The following is based on a series of "what if" moments I had over the course of several years revolving around a girl with whom I am still to this day, somewhat infatuated with (largely due to the fact that despite so many close encounters, I never followed through). While almost everything is fiction, the characters are very much real people, and given a c...
Louise stretches out in her double bed. She so enjoys lazy Sundays. She puts on her dressing gown and heads downstairs. But Sam's nowhere to be seen. So she puts the kettle on, reminiscing about Sam's hard cock filling her earlier that morning. Her mind wanders as the pressure in her pussy slowly builds. Her hands slide down to her breasts, caressing them so...
It was the day before Thanksgiving, and Louise had cooked a delicious meal for her tenants. Attendance had not been mandatory, but all of them had come anyway. Overall, they were a very happy bunch. Louise was indeed thankful for the way things had turned out. Jeremy and Bonnie were present, as were Mark and Danny. Mark and Danny came with their girlfriends,...
To Margaret Jenkins – With Appreciation and Affection As the end of her first year operating her independent clinic neared its close, Louise Bellman was able to feel quite proud of her work: she had received paying clients from some of the best-known physicians and therapists in the area and her accounts showed a tidy profit. She had not yet turned 30 but w...