Jennie settled into a moderate stride for her morning run. She was moving briskly along the lake front with trees all around. There were a few people out but not too many. She was enjoying the exercise, enjoying pushing herself and the feeling of the exertion. Running was one of her pleasures; it had been all the way back into her high school years. She be...
Jennie was a brat; an eighteen year old well developed brat, but a brat nonetheless. She didn't really mean to be a brat, but she really disliked being told what to do. She especially disliked being told what to do by her mother's boyfriend. He really was a nice guy who had inherited her as a dependent by virtue of being with her mother. He just had differen...
Jennie muttered angrily to herself as she walked. She stared straight ahead and her face was dark with rage as she walked quickly past the houses on her street. She saw no one which was just as well; she was in no mood at all to be friendly or sociable. She'd just had the worst night ever and she gritted her teeth every time she thought about Mark. Mark was...
Chapter 3: The Suitor I watched the scene before me in delight. My Gillian, prim and proper until I came to her and had my way with that lithe little body of hers, was being fisted by one of her servant girls. I smirked. Ah, if the Boston society pages could get hold of this- such a scandal! And her in black underclothes, naughty naughty, whatever is the wo...
If I wasn't capable of being angry at Jennie right then, I had no trouble being pissed off at that bastard George Atherton! A smug, smooth, self-righteous asshole. It took me just ten minutes to drive to his house. When I rang the bell his wife Angela answered. "Hi, Brad! Nice to see you—this is a surprise!" "Hi Angela. I'm sorry to bother you, but is Geor...
She flipped her wet hair to the side to dry off. Water cascaded down her body in small streams as she climbed up out of the pool, the droplets shimmering on her skin. She grabbed a towel, her chest heaving up and down in her swimsuit. She had needed a good workout. She was stressed at some of the changes happening at her job and, even though her work day w...
Dave awakens with a slight start, but his mind still feels foggy. It was still night, though the moon had moved significantly in the sky. Had it all been a dream? Had it even been real? Well the fact that his penis was still hanging out of his pants seemed to prove it had either been real or he had masturbated to his imagined sexual encounter. A sexual enc...
It was a lovely spring night, but it was a little warm inside. Jennie Finch was having a great time dancing with her boyfriend Pete. Like Jennie, Pete was an athlete, a really rugged guy. And he looked really good in the suit he was wearing. Jennie wore a long, silky, strapless green gown that showed just a little bit of her ample cleavage. She felt particu...
By this time in my life I had expected to have my own house with a mortgage and a career where I steadily advanced and much more than a few thousand in the back. My partner had made sure that none of that existed any longer. One year ago it was more than just a dream, until I got the letter from a lawyer and my partner vanished. He left with all of the com...
Jennie was not short; she was tall for a girl and thin. Her breasts were full and rounded, however, and her ass was small and tight. I always wanted to see Jennie's panties every day we were at work together. Every time she squatted down or bent over to pick up a box I tried to sneak a peak, but, so far, no such luck. It was late on Friday and we were clos...