Your name is John Hamilton. You were born in a family with six children including you: The eldest sister Diana, who was three year older than you. Twin sister Alicia and Beth, who were one year older than you. Twin sister Olivia and Helen, who were two years younger than you. Being a single mom with 6 children didn't give your mother, Mrs. Minerva Hamilton...
You are absent-mindedly sitting in your sexual education class, it is the last period of the day, and you feel tired. You look over at your hot sex-ed teacher, Mariah Sullivan, she is 5'6, has red hair down to her ass, pale skin and freckles on her face, with sexy glasses resting on her nose. If you didn't go to this school you would probably think she was a...
Another lousy day at work goes by, and James Henderson is not in a good mood. He hasn't been promoted since he started, since his bitchy, overweight boss Mrs Cranston hates his guts, and even worse, he's thirty years old and hasn't had a good lay in months. He can't even concentrate on his work anymore he's so horny. If only he didn't have that bizarre ne...
Epilogue From that night my life changed forever. The party the following afternoon was the first of many occasions where Daphne and her mother invited women friends over to be waited upon by their naked slave. Afterwards, Mrs. Lawson called my mother to request my assistance for the rest of the summer in helping clear out their attic; my mother happily v...
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking" (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) The day I met a God started off the same as so many others. I stopped in the Department Office, picked up my mail and said hello to Mrs. Anderson the Department Secretary. Headed to my office. Just like every other day. I'm an Adjunct...
Out in the backwoods of Louisiana, Marie was fast asleep in her childhood bed as Camille brought a glass of iced tea out into the living room to a visibly shaken Tony. "So boy, just what kind of bullshit you got my daughter into now eh?" she snapped as she handed him the tall cool glass. "I don't know what happened Mamma." He replied, referring to her as M...
Margaret lived at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac. Her life followed the same routine most weeks, 2 mornings helping out in the local charity shop, Wednesdays coffee and cake in town with her friends, and on a Sunday she attended the 9.30am service at Our Lady's. Nothing ever really happened, life just passed by pleasantly. However, recently things had started...
The Exhibitionist is a sequel to Spanish Fly, a story written earlier, I recommend reading it first to be come better acquainted with the back-story and characters. Karen stepped outside on a crisp Saturday morning to pick up the newspaper, lying beside it a single rose and an envelope. Her robe parted slightly as she reached for them, the cool morning air...
When I dropped Leone back at St Albans on Sunday afternoon, she seemed a little quiet, as though she once again had a lot on her mind. 'Thank you for a wonderful weekend,' she said. 'No ... thank you,' I said. 'Without you, it wouldn't have been wonderful at all. I would have just been another year older. And I'm sorry that the teashop didn't work out.' '...
I got back into the mountainous flow of work pretty quickly. The Congresswoman was preparing to co-sponsor a bill that would change subsidies for certain crops and timber, and I knew it would be an uphill battle. There was a lot of schmoozing to be done over the next couple of months, and a lot of favors to be called in. I'd be spending a lot of time schmooz...