Dan spent last weekend up at his parents' house in the suburbs. It was one of those dead weekends. Many of his friends were out of town, working, or too tired to go out. On Friday before he left, he called Steve Morgan's cell phone again in one last ditch effort to try to get something going, but was greeted only by voicemail. He hung up without leaving a me...
Carla pulled up near the ramp that dropped onto I-40. There was a light drizzle, soaking rain. "I appreciate everything Carla, the ride, the food, spending time with you and Hank in the sack. I haven't enjoyed myself that much in a long time." Morgan said, as she started to gather up her belongings and her sign. "You gave dad a real treat. I hope he did no...
This story is fictitious, and is not in the least bit true. I certainly wish it was because I would love to get a hold of them. Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if you are easily offended by anything in the sexual nature... * * * * * Hi my name is Anthony. The story I am about to tell you is the truth. It is a recollection of one of...
The phone rang only once before Andy's deep, pleasant voice answered, "Hello?" "Hi." Monica replied, trying to keep her voice from trembling, "Monica just left for a party. I think she'll be gone most of the night. Would you like to come here, or shall I come there?" Andy laughed and said, "Why don't you come over here? That way if she does come home, she...
“Hey Morgan!!” Morgan tossed her food wrappers into the dustbin and turned towards the source of the voice. “Hey Mandy. Sup?” Morgan’s eyes took in her friend’s superb body. She had a lithe and athletic 5’8” frame with long tanned legs and a very slim waist. Her graceful neck led down to the curvy slopes of her 36D breasts. Every time Morgan spotted them,...
***** It seems that our group of fugitives are surviving for now at least. They've found a place to hole up for a little while and wash. To Morgan, Maggie and Maddox, there's an uncomfortable sense that to do that carries the feeling of risk that they're flirting with disaster. All three of them are mindful that what they'd planned and what's taken place s...
Trisha peeked her head around her cubicle seeing if she could spot where her boss was. She did not want to run into him right now. Thankfully, he seemed to be totally engrossed with his work in his corner office and from the height of the paper in his in-tray, she didn't think he would be leaving anytime soon. Grabbing her personal stack of printer paper,...
"Well, I for one keep finding things missing on this site. First there were no cheerleader feet stories, and now I couldn't find anything to do with soccer and feet or any sports (related to feet) for that matter. So, let's go to a high school weight room, where three senior soccer girls (all 18 fyi) decide to have some post game fun. Please comment and rate...
3. Across The Border (part 1) I woke to Callie nuzzling my neck from behind, one long, lithe, strong leg draped over my waist, her graceful foot very lightly brushing me. I was rock hard. My neck, my earlobe, her teeth nibbling, her tongue, her lips. To wake like this is one of my biggest fantasies ... something like it only happened to me once before, with...
It all began on a Tuesday morning when Morgan was dressing. She was on her way to a function at her daughter's school. The mothers were getting together, supposedly to discuss an art 'n bake sale to raise funds for a school trip. What actually happened was that the mothers tried to out-snob each other. If you had new Jimmy Choo's or a new Gucci purse - now w...