"Silence!" Mme Arnaud's tungsten-steel voice ripped thought the steamy air of the dining room just after 10pm on one of the hottest Sundays of the summer so far. Even this late in the day the temperature was in the high 20s - but that voice was more than enough to chill me to the bone. I could tell from the way she was looking at me, that mad smirk, that s...
Thunder crackled like tinfoil through the outdated speakers on Nia's TV set. Thick torrents of rain plunged from the discolored clouds above the sodden meadow where Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Scarlett Johansson locked both lips and hips in fervent, mud-drenched passion. Nia refilled Rhys's wineglass first, then her own and eyed the screen skeptically. "I can'...
Richard was nervous his mum had called another meeting of the Boy Scout mothers group to discuss plans to lease some government land for a scout's camp. "We will need twenty thousand for the legals and first annual payment," she told the assembled mothers as they sipped their morning teas. She looked around the assembled mothers wondering how many of them w...
"It's just as much a gift for me as it is for you," Erica said, typing the finishing touches of the contract on her laptop. She sat cross-legged on the bed, her hair pulled back, wearing her reading glasses like she did when she sorted their bills—looking, acting like this was a real contract. "I still don't know, babe," Gabe sighed. " You really don't have...
© Lily Rockmore, 2009 Chapter Two: The light went out, and he didn't bother to light the flint again. Anita didn't need the light to see the suspicion in his eyes. "I didn't ask for a housekeeper," he said, and his arms tightened imperceptibly around her neck. "Neither did my father have one. Don't think of lying, girl. Who are you?" Anita swallow...
Patrick opened his eyes lazily. He realized that he was still in Mother Mistress's bed and stretched to bring himself fully awake. Sitting up he looked at the clock and it read ten o'clock. He quickly jumped out of bed and ran naked out of Agnes's bedroom and down the hall toward his own room. Just before he made it to his room he ran into Susan who let ou...
Dear Readers: Another true story, the weekend following "My Friday Night." Hope you like it... *** After my shower, I dig through my bag for my stockings, glad to see that the garter straps are attached and none have gone missing. I toss them on the bed with my bustier, pick out a pair of black lace panties, and get dressed. Two years ago, I never would...
Since the gangbang Julie has turned into a sex machine. She has lost interest in almost everything except wrapping her legs around as many men as she can find willing, and believe me they are all willing. She wants to do more gangbanging at her first opportunity, as well as some young innocent men, women, and other races. She wants to try everything, she say...
Hi, my name is Hanna, I own a gym and am a fitness expert, I work out daily and keep my black body in shape; recently women have been coming on to me! I mean a lot, not that it never happened before but not like this. Now there is not a day goes by that several women do not hit on me, especially white chicks! I stand 5'11"; have a large bust, and a well-tone...
Bodegraven, Amsterdam, Monday, 07 October, 2052 07:35 Marcus was confused. Should he try to get Agnes his robotic maid back from the fundamentalists or just let her die? After all she wasn't a real person, she was just a machine. Losing her shouldn't be more traumatic to him than losing a phone or calculator. But could he just let her be ripped apart just...