Readers of a story that I've posted on another web site will find the basis of this story to be a familiar one. But I assure everyone that this story isn't based on the same premise and the difference will become apparent as the story goes along. I promise. CHAPTER 3 'Someone was knocking on the door again,' Sabella thought to herself as she listened to th...
At that moment Doris looked towards the entrance to the ball room and said, "Oh, the Robbins' are here. Please excuse me." Billy started and slowly turned. He saw Elizabeth as Doris greeted them. In her party dress with her hair pulled up she was even prettier than before. Thomas, noticing Billy's awestruck gaze, gave Virginia a quizzical look. "Billy is...
I stared in shock at the stack of hundred-dollar bills. They hadn't been on my dresser that morning when I left for work. Fear made me back out of the room. Was someone still in there? I didn't have anything of value. More questions tumbled through my brain. None had answers. I ran to the kitchen where I set my purse when I got home. Expecting to see my cell...
The weather was miserably hot and sticky in the ancient city of Verona. I was there to attend the opera CARMEN at the city's Roman arena, along with twenty thousand or so other people. I am no fan of opera but, as usual, I was under the influence of the woman beside me (my sister) who wanted to see one, so there I was, sweating bullets and being elbowed by...
This story is entirely true. Every bit of it, though some may only exist in memory, is true. * It had been years. Sometimes it was hard to remember just how many—years, it had been years—maybe the count was nearly nine now? He struggled to contain himself, could barely believe that he was finally there. As the plane had made slow circles, agonizingly slo...
Thanks to Alexis for helping to take the story to a new level. * I looked at the beautiful woman standing at the window looking slightly bewildered and out of place. She was dressed casually in T-shirt, skirt and simple shoes, each carrying some fancy brand name. I decided that she was definitely a tourist. Even more noticeable, however, was her physique...
Helen lay quietly masturbating. Not the urgent self-pleasuring of someone in need, but rather the contented playing of an already satisfied woman. Her left hand was just gently squeezing and kneading her breasts while her right traced lazy circles around the still hard nub of her clitoris and her mouth smiled from her recollection of the previous couple of h...
Ashley pulled up to her neighbourhood and suddenly realised her car had stopped. Suddenly her door flew open and she was outside, her naked body glistened with sweat in the sunlight. She was still laughing despite the fear and embarrassment that consumed her. She covered her breasts with her hands, each holding a key ring. Her left hand held the key to Thea'...
Note: As this story is near-telepathic, paragraphing it is neigh-impossible. As such, we have resolved to edit it into paragraphs of each action and thought, to make the exchange clearer. This means it looks "choppy", but the alternative is impossible to follow. * She walked into the copier room, holding a stack of papers, wearing some fairly conservative...
A large breath escaped Helena's chest and she shot up in bed. Her body felt like fire was making its way through her veins. She started the claw down her arms, pulling away the wires that were sticking into her. Something smelled strong, the fire sense dulled in comparison to the scent. Helena's eyes ran across the room searching for it. Everything was clear...