Second part of my Leverage story involving the sexy blonde Parker recounting the first time she had sex. This is more action than part one including oral both male and female and first time sex, it would help to read part one to fill in any story gaps. All replies, feedback, death threats and anything else you might want can be sent or left on my profile her...
Terry looked through one of the dirty windows of his apartment at a collecting storm that he hoped might wash him away, just so that he might finally have a little peace. On the secondhand night table next to his bed was a bottle of prescription sleeping pills he'd just gotten refilled, and a glass of orange juice. Condensation beaded on the outside of the g...
Kaitlyn stood in her office overlooking the deserted shop below. Glancing around at the numerous lithographs of racing scenes hanging on the walls, she fondly remembered her grandfather who'd started the automotive shop before she was born. An immigrant from Dortmund, Germany, he'd come to the United States with his parents when he was just three years old....
Chapter 1 It was hot as hell and the only thing that I wanted besides a hot coffee was sleeping like the dead. It was night and the moon was full; the hot air was making me tense and despite the fact that I had to drive all night, I was going to stop at the next roadside cafe and drink some well-earned coffee. I could feel my body complaining and as soon as...
A big 'Thank You to Estragon for editing this story. * Chapter one: When I hear the word knockers I have to admit seeing or thinking about a good looking woman with a nice set of jugs. Then there was the movie that came out called Tommy Knockers. An old girlfriend had given me a door knocker. You know, the kind that attaches to your front door and you g...
Maiden. Iron Fuckin' Maiden. You've been waiting for six months to get to this concert. It all started about 8 months ago when you met Him online. You started chatting and just getting to know each other. You found that you both like the same music, the same style of clothes, just about everything. Then 6 months ago he asks if you wanted to go to a concert w...
A sharp, white light burning into the core of my brain, scalding all trace of their existence . . . their very presence, as if to say "It never happened. We were never here." As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener's dirt cruste...
Bill and I have been golfing for years. One of the things I have enjoyed is getting his slant on current events, since he is more than a dozen years younger than I am and, shudder, a democrat. Yeah, I'm one of those, a Midwestern, gun toting, bible thumping conservative. Well, maybe not quite bible thumping, but otherwise I fit that stereotypical conservativ...
-- Note to the reader: the very first part of this story has a strong basis in true events. For that reason, I have concealed both her name as well as my own in order to preserve anonymity. I apologize if that makes certain parts a bit confusing to some readers. -- How well I remember her walking through the doors of the treatment center, in tears and trem...
Prelude: "I'll be back in about half an hour, Rod is here if you need anything." I knew Erin's comment was meant more for her husband. Rod had suffered a stroke two years previous, and although he could get around, I had come to learn in the several weeks I worked for them he managed little more than pressing the garage door opener so I could get at their...