Becca sheepishly greeted Dr. Jensen at her front door. Mike was away on business and had instructed her to contact and interact with the strange man. Without Mike present she was even more embarrassed than she'd been when they'd first met. At that time Mike had done all of the talking and she'd merely had to cooperate. This time she was personally asking the...
Lying in the trunk of the car, Cheetah had the usual butterflies in her stomach before a match, but she was confident. She ran her hands over her nude body. The muscles were firm and taut. At 28 years old, She had never been in this good of shape in her life. She felt confident in her training also. The one thing that did give her reason for concern was th...
Anna looked into the mirror as she slipped out of the robe she had donned after her massage. Standing there naked, she had to admit she was a very good-looking young woman. She was working on her Masters Degree in Art, and as little time as was left for exercise, she still looked pretty trim with full breasts and nice curves in all the right places. She stil...
Author's Note: After much thought, I decided the best way to introduce my writing skills is with a ONESHOT that has a LEMONY twist. I implore you to read, review and remember good or bad; I like feedback. --Kiba Blackfire ^_^ Unpredictable It was another dark, cold and forlorn night for Damien. His week had been nothing but hell and that was putting it l...
As his Fucking Machines increase in popularity, George fights for his Fanny Will our working class hero George with his steam powered Cottage defeat the aristocratic prat Lord Arthur with his crumbling Mansion.? Arthur Cleghorn sat at his magnificent dining Table in his brand new red brick Mansion entertaining the Dowager Lady Maplethorpe arguably the...
Washday Blues. Kat's hair, lush as it was, couldn't hide her breasts as they shuddered like jello. It wasn't just her bosom, but that was the first part of her that Matt's gaze took in. Predictable really. Her belly quivered too, the deep well of her navel passed briefly under his scrutiny as he followed her body down to the patch of thatch between her spr...
It was 8.20am on a rainy Monday morning in London. Katie sat on the Piccadilly Line underground train heading towards Covent Garden station thinking about the weekend that had just passed. It had been amazing, or more specifically the sex experience with Alfie on Saturday had been amazing. Katie's work today preparing monthly management accounts for the c...
I was only half listening to the news. The correspondent's voice rose and fell pleasantly, his speech punctuated from time to time by my husband's animal-like grunts and snores as he slept off his dinner. I could see him from where I was standing in the kitchen; the Daily Sport lay open and tented above his belly which hung a good three inches over the waist...
Sara was acting like nothing happened. She didn't bring up the machine. I didn't either. I was worried that she was upset but, other than not saying anything about it, she wasn't acting upset. In fact, she acted totally normal that evening, talking to me and kissing me. We had dinner together and then watched some tv. When we were ready for bed, Sara heade...
Mike required that both Becca and he maintain separate daily journals to record their respective memories of each day during the one year contract. Each morning they took 15 minutes to privately reflect on the prior day and jot down the highlights. As Mike wrote in his Journal he marveled at his good fortune. After not seeing his occasional college date for...