We knew today was going to be our big break, but we had no idea just how far it would go. Shane and I had been plying our trade at this small photography studio for years, and this afternoon on a beach in sunny Los Angeles, we would have by far our highest profile client. That client was none other than smoking hot model Melanie Iglesias. How we managed to...
This story continues on from "A Second Life -- Chapter 2". Once again, all the characters, places and events in the story are pure fiction and straight out of my active imagination. I do not accept any responsibility for any resemblance to real people, places or events that occur anywhere. ............ "So how are things working out with your new busine...
Juan Perez called Melanie Sparks and asked her out a few nights after she'd been with Mr. Sanders. She wasn't sure she should go out with Juan any more, but she knew what he was like and was afraid of what he might do if she made him angry. What she really wanted to do was break up with Juan, but he'd always been possessive. And he had hit her more than once...
This story takes place long before the "From the Curtains" series published on here a few months ago. Some readers may remember Melanie, the main character of the original series. This story takes place before those stories. Melanie lay back in the nude on a raft in her pool, her thoughts drifting back to when she was younger. The sun's warm rays wafting ov...
Sue: I don't have time to write a recollection this evening and I'll probably be very busy most of next week. Hope you can survive without me.Just curious - does anyone else write you stories or is it mostly pictures and some nasty talk? I do want to add a few details to the family trilogy that I just ended writing and sending to you. My hard cock truly en...
The big bosses from the oil company did their very best to talk me out of taking the lease on the gas station. The position wasn’t the very best although there was a great deal of passing traffic but I had this dream that I could make a success of the venture. The big bosses continued to tell me about the pitfalls of the station and even talked of closing t...
I was still fuming the next morning. How could that witch come to us and ask us to this, this, fuckerware party? Why did she even think we would go? And why was Melanie even thinking about it? I was lying in bed, mumbling to myself when Melanie woke up. "Don't you have a class?" "I don't want to go, I have something on my mind that is bothering me." "Cl...
Thank you once again to all those who have either commented or sent me email feedback. I really appreciate it. For those who have missed the earlier episodes please read them first to set the context. If you like the story please vote for it—there I've made a blatant plea for recognition, because without it why would I write any more, I mean let's face it w...
Jack was leaning against his navy blue car, drinking a beer in the parking lot that Sunday morning. It was overcast, with a chance of rain. Cars rolled along the street at the far end, making faint swish noises as they passed through puddles on asphalt. He seen the rear door to dormitory open across the lot, and a dirty blonde head creep out. Jack noticed sh...
I want to preface the next story by offering an explanation and an apology. I've asked for comments and criticisms, as long as they were constructive. I've gone back and looked again at some of the comments I've received, and based on what I read, I owe some of my readers an apology. An innocent (albeit poor) choice of words in an earlier story has offended...