"I hear she's a divorcee with a teen-age daughter," Mom hisses to one of her Love-Street friends in a voice dripping with disapproval. My parents have owned a lakefront cottage in the Love Street development for as long as I can recall. I've spent countless carefree summers here, hanging out with friends and learning to swim and dive and waterski and even n...
Emilia and her new servants stood before the great pool of Porridge, Michael has just finished connecting the inlet tubes up to Ellen's jeans, poking them straight into her knickers. Ellen braced herself for the incoming torrent of pleasure that would soon envelope her "Ellen, once I've got you all set up, I have an important task for you... If you're succes...
Teased and denied by my Mistress's Feet My wife always knew I had a foot fetish. She loved the attention I would lavish on her feet, allowing me to provide her with long intimate foot massages when ever she wished, dutifully giving her a pedicure each week, to ensure her toenails were always perfectly painted, and that her soles, heels and toes were soft an...
This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, criticism and ideas for future chapters; it will help me improve my writing, enhance the story line, and encourage me to continue writing. Also, take a moment and vo...
Charlie and Bill meekly followed Jenny and Karen upstairs, pretending to have only academic interest in the tour. The girls led them up, pretending to be excited about showing off their decorating skills. "So anyway, see?" began Jenny, waving her arm. "Like downstairs, but we have a smaller great room because there're two more bedrooms, currently vacant, th...
I'll admit it: the first six months after my divorce I was like a blind dog on Viagra , ready, willing, and able to jump on anything female. You see, I'd been married for almost 10 years to a good-looking but very uptight and very frigid woman; at 37, I was finally free and clear and happy. I was determined to have a good time, and I did. My childhood frien...
Felix placed letter after letter, neatly on top of each other, in the box given to him. Two years of letters, one for each week, filled his container. Each one held her scent, her lovely handwriting, her seductive words, her crimson kiss next to her signature. "Love, Yours Only, Your slave." He folded up the last letter with a smile and set it on top of th...
Not many people can say that Emma Watson was among their first memories. I can't totally say it either, since I was already nine when I first met her. But that was among the first memories of my real life, nonetheless. Before then, me and my parents lived anonymously in America, while my father worked on movie crews. Yet when he got himself on the crew of...
Aaron's gaze switched between Ethan and Nicholas who'd met him in the foyer as soon as he'd entered Greystone. Trent hovered anxiously behind them. "Where is she?" he demanded. Ethan and Nick exchanged glances. "Upstairs, sleeping," Ethan answered. "Sleeping?" Aaron's voice was harshly incredulous. Nick winced. "She might have worn herself out throwi...
© Lily Rockmore, 2009 Chapter Three "I… my sister is missing. She's nearly two hours late in coming home now. Anything could have happened to her, sir. I'm so worried…" Even as she said those words, they heard the creak of the back door opening. Anita turned swiftly to see her sister coming through the door, her hair windblown, cheeks f...