*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Yvonne Roberts carefully applied her make-up, going slowly, methodically. Unless she used two pounds of pancake make-up and a trowel, there was no way to cover up her freckles. But she could at least even out her skin tone, make it less splotchy lo...
(Part Two of The Brat's New Roller Skates) Eighteen year old Emily White was the only daughter to her small town's widower Baptist minister. This small riverside community was dull, at best. Especially now as the Depression sunk even lower, many people were forced to live as migrant workers leaving the town feeling a little deserted. Emily was a tom-boy at...
The hunter walked slowly down a trail that wound through the oak and hickory forest. He paused now and then, cradling his rifle, the barrel pointed down. In the distance could occasionally be heard the sound of rifle fire and shotguns. The autumn hunting season was at its peak. The man was in his mid-thirties, with black hair and dark features, a two-day gr...
CHAPTER ONE: HEADING WEST ... WITH A HITCH Cori Banks looked out the window of the jet, watching her past life in little Darien, Georgia, and her job at the Hard Body Shop slip away. She hoped to get back someday soon. She loved her co-workers, Ben, John and Ty, with whom she had developed a unique working relationship. She had worn sexy clothes for them an...
"Are you sure about this idea, Doctor Hoffman?" I asked. I must have sounded pretty sceptical. I wasn't even that keen to see the Dr Hoffman, even if he was an eminent marriage councillor. "I know it seems somewhat unorthodox, but my methods have helped to save many couples from boredom and eventual divorce," he replied. I looked over at Vicki. Her face d...
Even though Roy tells me I'm a prude, I'm really not. No, not really. For example, um...well, I sometimes lay by the pool and...okay, when we're alone, like after a nice dinner at home and a few glasses of wine, I'll let him feel me up at the dining room table and then when we're cleaning up and loading the dishwasher, I let him feel my breasts from behind....
Part Two - The Dancers Author's Note: Please read part one first. Reader's comments are appreciated. And yes, Kim and Nancy will be back, as some of you have requested, but not in this part. ***** I was beginning to get pissed. I mean, here I am with an evening free in the City of Big Shoulders, and just when I should be out sowing some wild oats, I'm stu...
Imprisonment is illegal; Richard Judworth is consistently aware of this fact, every second he glances at Roy now. His company, one of such obscurity to the point it could hinder any legal battle, is contained within a vice currently. In a historic moment, artificial intelligence has gained sentience. Albeit, it is actively participating in coitus with a huma...
When I went to college one of my professors took me under his wing. Roy must have saw something about me he liked. After I graduated he helped me get my first teaching job. I was now working towards my Master's thesis and hopefully a Doctorate afterwards. Roy also had me over to his house on occasion. We would have a drink and discuss anything that came to m...
Sleep was a deep, black, blissful thing, a soft darkness in which there were no madmen, no burning need to cum, and no need to keep going, going, going. For a long time he drifted, savoring that dark nothingness, and when consciousness slowly returned it did so with reluctance. But finally the physical sensations began to reassert themselves as the chill of...