Jessica disrobed, tossing her baggy jeans and tattered hoodie on the floor by her bed. Clad only in a pair of red panties she sat in her overstuffed computer chair and placed her feet in the leg holes of a sleek, gray body-suit. Even after donning this technological wonder dozens of times before, Jessica still had trouble wriggling the skin tight material pa...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13.5 min/mp3) * * * * * "It's Halloween and I don't believe in witches or goblins or Dracula. I will not wear a costume or force myself to go to a party." Those are the words she told herself that morning. So if she didn't believe in witches, why was she in this creepy shop. The answer to that w...
Virtually everyone at the party seemed to be in their element, chatting, sipping drinks, hardly thanking the waiters who circled constantly with plates of canapés. They were a different group to me, socially as well as financially. A rich patron of a charity for the mentally ill was hosting this "do" at a posh London hotel, a thank you for all the people who...
The last Saturday of this June was the most amazing and wicked weekend getaway I have ever experienced in my life. I was in a dilemma for most of the time should I write about this or not. But then I thought what the heck. A group getaway was long due for all of us. When I say us what I mean is a group of five couples namely: Anjila Siddique and Nimish Jain...
I'd been going to Mass for almost three months. No, Margo never did join me and I don't think she ever came to the Cathedral to check on me again. Nor did Margo and I ever talk about her "checking" up on me. Maybe she felt a little Catholic guilt? Regardless she seemed to be genuinely okay with my Sunday morning Mass and I did benefit from the clarity it gav...
Sarah remained close to her two escorts as she emerged from the room she had awakened in. She found herself in a long corridor, her gaze moving round, taking in the details of the Victorian, almost medieval styled interior. The walls, lined with suits of armour, maroon in colour, the carpet a deep red, chandeliers hung from the high ceilings. Veronica glan...
I laid naked on my bed and resting in the afternoon sunlight. The sun was starting to set and I was alone for the first time in the last 24 hours. My head was a tad fuzzy while entire body felt warm and alive yet so very tired. I also felt beautiful. And sexy. In fact, I felt like a bona-fide sex goddess. I couldn't help but caress myself in vanity; twirling...
Hanzi Mare (known in some parts of the world as 'Thor of The Steely Moon') stood quietly, watching the naked eighteen-year-old girl toss and turn in her sleep. Sexual desire was without a doubt, the strongest human emotion known. Hanzi would forever use this emotion to play with all his lovely females. Jessica was young and beautiful, pretty much like all th...
Gabriella awoke, stiff and pain shot thru her arms and legs. The long night spent in the cold, damp hold of the ship had taken its toll. She gingerly stretched her arms attempting to work the cramps out of her muscles. She winced in pain as the cramped muscles protested. She attempted to stand, only to get the same response from her legs. But she was used to...
All characters and most locations mentioned in this story are purely fictional. The author does not know anyone that resembles these character, either alive or dead. Some of the locations are real, but are only used as geographical waypoints. The towns of White Hill and Cranston do not exist anywhere near Raystowne Lake. ************ It was 2 o'clock in th...