It was a cold, blustery day in Minneapolis as Mary Richards hurried to her job in the WJM-TV newsroom. Snow flurries melted on her rosy cheeks. Each breath she exhaled turned to white mist. She longed to be at her warm, cozy desk with her little heater warming her feet. In spite of the weather, she was happy because she knew she was going to make it after al...
Baxter's goal was simple: shove his cock inside Lily, and splatter his cum all over her insides. She struggled mightily toward him; he toward her. It seemed like a lifetime ago he had first attempted the utterly useless tactic of cutting his rope with his teeth. That plan had met with sound failure. Every time he tried it. His jaw was sore from the latest...
Angie Eveready was not given to long bouts of contemplation. She was a firm adherent of the "if it feels good, do it" school of social behavior. But in the wake of her third, less-than-perfect experience with making love in the great outdoors, she felt the situation required a good, old-fashioned think. The perfect place for such deep introspection was stre...
As Paul was made the turn onto his street he noticed a large moving van parked blocking his drive way. "Well looks like I am getting some new neighbors," he thought out loud. He parked his car on the street and walked toward his house, looking around a bit at the piles of items laying around the moving van, he tried to get a sense of what type of family he...
Brad and Luke knocked on the door of their friend Sara's new apartment. She had asked them to help move her in the previous day. It was hard work, but the two men were rewarded at the end to come back the next day to their friends home to a small house warming party. The boys had decided to carpool on the way over, and decided they'd take bets later on who w...
I had been out chopping down a tree on my property, both for future firewood and to help restore the forest to health, when I felt something tear in my stomach and side. I knew almost immediately it was more than a muscle pull and the pain left me unable to stand up straight. I held one arm tight to my side to keep whatever had snapped as immobile as possibl...
Milepost 432 to the border. How depressing. It wasn't the first time I had made this drive, visiting Lexie. I did not often have the opportunity, though. Frequently I would find myself back in the city when not traveling coast to coast, and every now and then I would get some time off. With the break in the frigid weather and a lull in projects at work, now...
Author's Note: This is a quick little case meant to be read between "The Nightlife Case" and "Case of the Curse" in the Marly Jackson series. __________________________ I came back to Chicago from L.A. a broken woman. I'd left, Marly Jackson, P.I., a woman out to right past wrongs and make a decent buck, and returned home a murder suspect with more skelet...
From all appearances, it looked like it was going to be another boring day at the office. Tina had rolled out of bed early, leaving her husband deeply asleep, hoping to get a start on the mountain of paperwork she knew awaited her at her office. Being a one-woman operation was nice; she enjoyed being in charge and setting her own hours, but sometimes the w...
There was silence, except for the continued sobbing of Nigel. Mary looked down at me and it was hard to read her expression. Was she impressed, disappointed, angry? Some combination? My face really was covered in Nigel's spunk. There was nothing in the room I could really wipe it off with, except my clothes and I didn't want to get them covered in it, so, I...