Wedding time. Not Dan's, of course, but that of Marc Chapman's sister, Belinda. Dan and Marc had gone to college together, and he had gotten to know the Chapman family well during the summer months. Though Dan and Marc did not know each other in high school, they did grow up in nearby towns; as such, they saw each other frequently when they were home from sc...
I had just parked my truck, which sometimes can be not exactly an easy thing to do. It took me at least a half dozen trips around the parking lot looking for a space large enough. That is because it is a huge Dodge crew cab, oversize duallies on the back that sort of stick out. Yep, she needs a bit of room. I opened the door and had just put my foot on th...
A real cat fight with claws drawn erupts between two competing pussies in this semi-final conclusion about 20 year-old sensual Singapore virgin Selena's adventures as a hired au pair to a very broad minded French couple Jacques, 50, and his 30 year-old lover Josette. Because Selina's ultimate surrender requires longer and more graphic erotic detail and woul...
The early morning sun made the windows of the great house sparkle, and the ancient, dappled walls of Fairyfield Grange looked like they'd been daubed with gold. Abigail swept across the back patio and admired the recent changes. The large windows facing onto the terrace had been taken out and replaced with French doors. It was a facet of his mother's ultima...
Steve was sharpening his sword Excaliber; the sound of the fine whetstone gliding over it relaxed him. He could see the reflection of his eyes in the shining blade. They were no longer the innocent eyes, that he had before he had discovered the QT device. He had seen too many horrible things since then, and committed horrible things in return. His eyes wer...
I've decided to repost the story. I've done some proofreading after getting more than the usual amount of responses about my grammar. It's these criticisms and suggestions that I greatly appreciate. I'm always looking for suggestions, requests, and criticisms, e-mail me. p.s. thank you to the person who told me to buy a dictionary and learn to spell. he the...
Anya's heart was being... it was being filled with static. Pleasant, fuzzy static. Like mold on her brain. But she still had some mind to her, and as she lay still, a sort of clarity was drifting back. Her senses were inundated by the strong, intoxicating smell of... something. An aphrodisiac, no doubt. She had been captured by the fey, and the fey did not...
The main character here appeared in the Stacy Lancaster story "Stacy's First Swing". In it, Betty was older and something of a recovering sex addict. This story is set perhaps fifteen years earlier when Betty was in her early prime. *** All three spilled out of the cab in front of the townhouse. The cabbie was pissed off, even after Betty flashed him her t...
This story, as is all stories, isn't written for everyone. If you enjoyed it, thank you very much and you're welcome, if not, thank you for visiting. ***** I arrived, as requested, at 7:30 in the evening. There were three guys about my age in the room. Reading, working on books, stuff. A couple of words but no conversation of interest. We were all in our...
"Hi Rii..." Rupali waved to me in her usual high pitched squeaky voice and her usual enthusiasm. She called me Rii, short for Rhea. I was walking back to my building from the nearest ATM when I saw her. Her demeanor always made me giggle; she was a 32 year old child. "Hi Rups." I said, shortening her name like how she had mine. "What's up?" She asked as w...