Jackie: I felt George kiss my cheek, but pretended to be asleep. I didn't want any conversation just at that moment. I listened as he crept quietly out of my bedroom; Chad's and my bedroom, I reminded myself ruefully. Rolling over, I buried my face in the pillow George had left and inhaled the scent of his body. I recalled his smell from years ago when his...
Chapter 3 -- The Art(s) of Persuasion The 'script' calls for a little 'motivation'. We need Elizabeth to cooperate. We need her to see that it is in her best interest. We've already done the 'preliminaries', in the van on the way over to our warehouse hideaway. Those delicate stockings, covering those trim, toned legs, tore like tissue paper under my 'edu...
She sat with her head leaning against the cold glass of the window. It was raining. Soft pellets of liquid release rolled downward, downward, and out of sight. Normally, this would be relaxing weather for her: she would put on her favorite leopard-print fuzzy slippers, cuddle underneath her favorite red flannel blanket, and stare at her favorite collection o...
Chapter 12 Samantha shut the door to her house and collapsed on it. The emergency board meeting was exhausting. A day trader had dumped nearly a third of their competitor's, GenenCorp, stock and the biotech market was in an upheaval. "Idiot," Samantha grumbled. GenenCorp itself took a major dive, much to Samantha's delight, but everyone else was affected as...
Nailing a job at the big fishery in town was a good way to start off the summer of 2010. I didn't know much about the fish, but that wasn't my job. My job was the chemistry of the business, and that's the way I liked it to be. Throughout high school, my chemistry and physics teachers would make jokes about the other side of the science wing, where the biolog...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills. Warnings: Slash, Incest, Angst, Graphic sex Rating: FRM Italics and/or * indicates thoughts Bold text and/or ( ) indicates Bo's pov, regular text indicates Luke's pov. * By Saturday night, I had moved into the cabin at the old still site. Wanting Bo to understand th...
With the engines gone, it was easy to move about freely through the rustic firehouse on Fifth and Reginald. Composed of brick, the building kept much of its very character it acquired from the 1800s when it was built. Love and skillful hands went into the brickwork and intricacies of the building's composition. It even had it's original pole that disappeared...
It started with an accident. Her partner of four years, Marc, was buried deep inside of her, sliding in from behind in that way that shot jolts up her spine. Every time the head of his cock slid across one particular spot she was sure she was going to explode. His fingertips grazing her lips, clit, thighs and nipples didn't help, either. Wait a second... t...
13. Exercises "Up, sleepyheads," Nia said. I rose from my deep fog, felt myself getting to my feet, reacting to Nia's command before my conscious mind could process it, vaguely dismayed to feel a part of me welcoming the conditioned response. Chloe rose a few seconds later. Nia held out her hand and I took it, still fuzzed from our nap, or trance, or whatev...
The is the second part of the story of the erotic adventures of Alice and Stan, you might want to read part 1 in order to get the background, and to all of those who sent the feedback requesting this, thank you for all the kind words. This takes place a couple of weeks after our first encounter, and was just one of many adventures throughout that summer…so...