(A Dylan James Adventure) This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome. Chapter 1: The Drummer "Ohh, Dylan! Aaahhhhhhh...
I can't remember a summer like it. It's been wet-hot, humid, for weeks now: the air heavy with the promise of rain, but without the relief. It feels like the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for rain. Nobody has done any real work for weeks - everyone seems to spend time discussing the weather, if they are feeling energetic, or collapsed in the sh...
I woke up in the morning and stretched underneath the bedsheets. I accidentally kicked something and when I looked down I saw that it was Austin, all curled up like a cat at my feet. I smile remembering how easy it had been last night. But today was another day...and it was time to get up and get prepared for the next step down the ladder of depravity. I nu...
Hello, my name is Victoria Roberts. I am 21 years old and I live in New York. I am about 5'6" and weigh about 105. I have long, dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. My body is petite but well proportioned, a runner's body, very toned and athletic. My greatest asset is probably my tight little ass or my long, tan legs. This is the story of how I fell in love...
II: Nevermore (Monday) Anna woke to the tone of her alarm clock. She groaned, nuzzling her face into her pillow. Sighing deeply, she squirmed over to the edge of the bed. With precision born of long practice, she reached out to press first the alarm toggle button, then the voice trigger. "The time is six twen-ty five a.m.." the stilted electronic voice...
I watch them scurry in the approaching twilight; lively as a herd bent on an evening drink with the stink of nervousness in the updraft, teasing them softly with faint whiffs of danger as the night begins to drain the power of day. Observing from my balcony high above them, they do not see me watching through bored eyes, tired eyes, eyes that have seen too m...
It was late August. Even with the sun directly overhead, at this altitude the days can still be chilly. Like a heavenly light the sun's rays shone through the aspen trees giving Carol a warm glow. With her back to Steve she walked on ahead. The fresh cool scent of evergreen trees clash with the sharp and dusty smell of the aspens. Her feet crunch on the leav...
Chapter 6: Miss Nadine Spencer "I hope you like New England style clam chowder," Beverly said, "It was delivered this morning, from Boston." She wore what I considered an excessive amount of eye makeup. After two hours of showing her our plan to make her home warm and friendly, I was ready to give up. While she had listened to my pitch, her level of inter...
She set up the funnel she would attach the chute to and went around back to get the tractor which was attached to the machine that would pour out the grain. She pulled the tractor around and backed the chute into the open window which the funnel waited inside of. She fired up the machine and realized that she needed a second person to pull the lever that wou...
On October 11, just a few days before I met Patricia, I had finished my self-described "30 dates in 30 days." Kind of a dating challenge. I had posted an ad on POF.com on September 5 or maybe September 6, edited it a dozen times until it was perfect (or as close to perfect as I was going to get), and I started meeting women on September 7. Typically, it was...