Gotham is a big scary dark city. Barbra grew up here. She is a bright girl, quite small and agile, with a mind and body that match. School come easy for her, as most things did. Still, she was poor. On her Father’s salary, she could not complain. Not even the Police Commissioner makes that much in Gotham, partly to keep the cops looking for bribes and hand o...
PART THREE: THE DECADENCE Ben St James could not concentrate in the lecture hall all morning. He couldn't wait to see Rebecca Simmonds at lunchtime. But for the first time in his life; it wasn't just the feelings he had for her, or her looks. It was more. A hunger. He need her; craved her. The night before they had spent four hours just having sex and smoki...
The Foundation 23 Kissing Cousins Pamela Clayton opened the cell door and peered into the darkness, hearing the Razanov Sisters before she saw them. The sound of both women eagerly licking the vagina of their cousin echoed from the white tiles on the wall as a flickering light finally burst into life to cast a sickly glow over the two women dangling in th...
She leaned back in the train seat and glanced over at the man sitting next to her. They'd had an interesting day sight-seeing but the train ride back was dragging slightly despite the beautiful countryside she could see from the window. She reached in her handbag pulled out her compact and checked her face in the mirror. She powdered her nose, a wonderfully...
"Here get that down yer." "You trying to get me drunk, Joe?" "The bubbles get right up yer nose." "Well it'd only go flat, shame to waste it." As Dolly threw it down her throat, "I could get used to this." "I'd drink it from your slipper." The open champagne bottle finished, they started on the cider, brought in for the surrounding working folk....
Authors note. ~This is the 3rd chapter of their story. Each story/chapter can stand alone from the others. I'll give the husband his voice soon. He's not as weak as you imagined. I hope it gets interesting. I wish I could write it linear, but it's too fun jumping around different points of their lives, watching them grow. This couple isn't real by the way,...
It was a typically hot Thursday afternoon, the African sun just hinting at beginning its lazy descent behind the peaks of the Waterberg. Angie, a single lesbian workaholic, was taking her first vacation for three years. She had a slightly stern, but attractive face, and thick shoulder-length hair caught exactly between brown and blonde. Now, walking slowly...
As a photographer I try to maintain an air of professionalism, but sometimes...... the passion takes over..... Mandy and I had been friends for quite a while and were really close. We had lots of things in common... our desire for singing and dancing.... we liked the same foods, music and movies...... even photography. We spent lots of time together riding...
It was just another day, October thirtieth was here. A chilly day in Indiana was bringing the fall time spirit to a full. The brown leaves blew in the breeze and the apple cider was hot. At a local farm, all was quiet for now. The horses were in the stables and the heater was on in the farm house. A car pulled up and a woman got out and walked up to the doo...
I feel like such a fucking idiot walking down an alley at two in the morning. Granted, I'm in the affluent suburbs and crime hardly ever happens here. But what if my neighbors look out of their windows and see me in my black spandex mini dress, fishnets, and red fuck me heels? They will probably call the cops on the hooker in their alley. I wanted this fanta...