Driving home Dani couldn't get Ryan off of her mind. She felt like she was waiting for a phone call from someone to tell her that she'd been punked. "Oh my God," she thought, "he's gorgeous!" At six feet six inches tall, Ryan Sinclair was a sight to behold. His body was well muscled, but not body builder freaky. His green eyes were deep and clear like the...
Note: This is the second part of the story, following Ramona Jean's Sinful Weekend. * Despite the fact that Mona was now on her honeymoon, as she sat leaning on and clutching the upper arm of her dozing husband on the swaying, thumping train, on a journey to a faraway land, she felt like a character in a spy novel. Never had she been privy to so many secre...
I was so done with crying. I could live the rest of my life without a tear and be happy. And if I could get through the next few hours I could live the rest of my life even happier; happy with Christian and babies and prestige in a city far away from little Wood Creek. I pulled my black SLK 350 into the first available space at the neighborhood Super Wal-M...
It took three hours of circuitous driving through the North Carolina woods before my husband, Don, would admit that we were lost. He was trying to take a short cut described to him by his moron brother Craig. At that moment I hated Craig. I hated being lost even more. Don's solution to everything was to double back, turn-around, and ask no directions which i...
Tiny Tina: Big Slut in Small Packages Chapter 1 Tina wakes up with the sun streaming into her apartment. A glance at her clock tells her she can take her time getting up today. Today is Tuesday, one of her days-off from her job as a computer programmer, and she intends to enjoy it the way she always enjoys her off-days…to search for, and fuck, as many cocks...
I must be reincarnated from the Woodstock Generation. Not so much the peace, love and happiness part, but, though only 25, I loved the music that was over 40 years old. Guys my age were into current hits, but I was strictly what they now call oldies. Not doo-wop, which I like, too, but more top 40's and album cuts from the sixties and seventies. And not j...
MARCH 2010 Comanche smoke signals of dust rise from an uneven dirt road, a half mile away. Beth's bouncing pickup emerges from the cloud, an arrow aimed at Jim Ed's southwest pasture barn. Beth and Jen stagger from the barn, loaded with gear. Jim Ed Andrews, III leans against his white crew cab pickup. He grins at the pony-tailed brunettes, who are irritat...
"OK. I'm in." Kevin looked over his friend's shoulder. "Who's e-mail account is that?" "Simmons. The assistant superintendent," Tom replied. "Why did you choose him?" Kevin asked. "He's in charge of all the hiring and firing in the schools," Tom said. "Teachers. Principals. Everybody." Tom was one of the school district's computer technicians. As such,...
Jen looked up from her test with that strange feeling of being watched. Mr. McCabe sat back behind his desk, his gaze heavily set directly on her, his brow furrowed as if he were thinking hard on something. She smiled at him almost knowingly as he quickly diverted his stare. The smallest look from that man sent her spiraling out of control. What she wouldn't...
When Colin called the next afternoon, Victoria decided to play it cool and let him do the chasing for a change. He had showed some definite interest and she wanted to test it out just a little. “Hi Victoria. It’s Colin.” “Oh, hi Colin. How are you?” “I just wanted to call and let you know how much I enjoyed last night.” Victoria smiled into the phone as s...