Copyright © September 2017 by CiaoSteve CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings...
Acknowledgement: My thanks to eluckenbach for editing. * Vinnie and Gary are a couple of crooked cops working the three to eleven shift. They shake down drug dealers and that sort of thing, but their specialty is forcing women to have sex with them. After they clock-out at eleven, they go prowling instead of patrolling. Their modus operandi is to park the...
Having walked eight miles Ethan eventually walked onto his family estate, standing at the door he made sure he was calm before turning the knob and walking inside. The place was quiet, but that was not unusual considering the size of the house in comparison to relative smallness of the family. The butler walked out not at all surprised at seeing his employer...
I wasn't supposed to be there. I should have been at the annual reunion of my old college frat house, two states over. It was a tradition we started seven years back. It usually consists of an evening of boozing followed by a day of golf and a dinner. Not the best golf after the night before, as you may imagine. But the getting together is great. We are expe...
I met Mr. Emerly in the hallway as I came down the stairs as he walked out of his office and we made our way to the veranda together. "Good morning, Miss Prentiss. I'm anxious for us to get started, so why don't we do a little brainstorming over lunch and see if we can come up with some sort of an outline to follow ...", he had pulled my chair out so that I...
I walked into the second-hand charity shop and there she stood, behind the desk. I knew she was called Maude when I read the identification badge pinned to her cardigan. It was a dark blue, v-kneck cardigan, under which she wore a pale blue lacey-knit sweater. Her face - now I noticed - was smiling at me, looking at her. She was in her late forties, I guess...
Tom and the Dazzling Fiona Ch. 02 He wanted to get married but she was doubtful. This story is entirely fictional. * Tom Cassavettes's mother was what some would disparagingly call 'a typical upper class British woman'. As well as coming from a titled family she had been brought up in a staunch Church of England household where Sunday attendance at churc...
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking" (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) Dear Diary, I'm so lucky to have been accepted here at The Institute of Technology and Science! I worked super hard in H.S., taking all the AP courses I could and graduated with straight A's. Now I have to really focus on my studies so I can...
Busty Brabra Walks Home From School with stops along the way Barbra Biggerbouncy skipped down the school steps, one of the last students to leave the building. She had had to attend another Student - Teacher conference with Mr. Longchamp, her math teacher. He had once again disapproved of her appearance. Her blouse was much too tight he had said. Barbra...
It was five o'clock; football practice was over, and after the obligatory towel-snapping session in the Boys Locker Room, Johnny Buzzcock reported to the Athletic Supporter's Office as he had been directed. Mrs. Hanson, the Athletic Supporter of the Stuffville High's Trojans football team - a.k.a. the Purple Helmeted Warriors - was in her office waiting for...