Chapter Three - Do You Love Me? Both Adele and Celia were wearing hold-up stockings and panties, nothing else. They had undressed this far before falling onto Adele's bed. Celia was on her back and Adele lay beside her, suckling one of Celia's nipples whilst stroking the other. Celia had her arms around Adele encouraging her. Then they kissed, lazily explo...
The next month flew by. As much as I begged for time to go by slowly, it seemed to fly by faster. I spent my time, reading or watching TV. Hawk took time off from work to help me prepare my case. Mr. Wallace came over a few times but mainly it was just talking about what to say when I was on the stand and to go over what we talked about the night I got arr...
Georgina answered the phone. "Hello?" She was drunk, because her words on the telephone billowed out, as though alcohol was pushing them unwillingly into the world. The "Hello" came out loud (a lot louder than Georgina permitted herself when sober). Also, the "Hello" was sort of slurred. Altogether, it was pretty obvious that she'd drunk her Southern Comfor...
"What the hell time do you call this, young lady?" Hank's Southern twang barked at Sarah from across the parking lot. She could feel his disapproving gaze as she stumbled hurriedly from the bus stop, and struggled to tie the apron around her waist. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She called as she trotted, removing her jacket and exposing her arms to the Texan w...
Author's notes; Hello again. First, the legal crap. This is a Copyrighted work and all that implies. No unauthorized copying, reproduction or usages without the author's (that's me BTW) permission. This is on an adult site with adult themes., If you find this offensive... then don't bloody read the damn thing! All fictitious persons engaging in any fictitiou...
This could have gone into SciFi or Humor, but as this involves a selfish cheating wife ... if you don't like the story, well at least it's short, and you could always tell me so. As you are fully aware, anyone with the balls to write and share this cannot be hurt by words or single stars, only apathy. ***** A Matter of Timing Set in the very near future....
This story is a BTB story. There is no sex in it, so if that's what you're looking for then you'd better look elsewhere. My last story had comments that said my MC husbands are too civil. For those people I hope this is more to your liking. As with most of my stories, I try to get you into their heads, so dialogue (both external and internal) is done to help...
This story is set in the world of Philthshire, where the bar for sexual engagement is very low. People fucking anytime, anywhere, is simply a part of life. Still, there are some protocols - even laws - and Anne Prichard, Attorney at Law, made it her mission in life to right wrongs, specializing in sex crime. This is one of her stories. ________ "Miss Prich...
"DADDY!?" Yes, there he stood, Greg Canaday, member of the Boston elite, bastion of conservatism, respected member of the bar. Staring at his, muddy, bedraggled daughter, clad only in an oversized tee shirt. "What are you doing here?" "I was invited. Someone named Hildy called, told me how well you were doing, how proud I should be of you, how much you mi...
Chloe woke up the next morning feeling almost absurdly refreshed. The horrors of the night prior had dwindled in her mind, pushed back to that compartment that all cops learn to cultivate. She stretched out in bed, the soft sheets sliding across her naked body, caressing her skin with a gentle touch. As she reached her arms up and pointed her toes to the doo...