She'd noticed him around on more than one occasion but something about the way he held her gaze a second too long today, just wouldn't escape her head. She was sure she recognised him from somewhere, those dark eyes seemed to stir something deep inside her, something strangely familiar. Shaking her head she climbed into her car, flipping the mirror down to...
Bill and I are finally here the cruise was nice, we made it to the island which is totally exclusive, it's beautiful, a small island off the Dominican, We got off the boat and checked into our resort which is breath taking, we have a room on the top floor, and it comes with a air conditioned cabana on the beach which is very nice extra. It's our third day h...
In the middle of the night Paige Turner crept into her Father's bedroom, her teddy bear along for the walk. She had been struggling with sleep for hours. She wanted to wake Lonnie but was afraid he might get uptight. Sulking she instead went into his office and got on the computer. Even on a Sunday he needed his sleep. After an extremely eventful Saturday...
Thursday - February 23, 2006 Authors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the Twelfth Day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chap...
After another long day at work, I arrive home to find a note and a box on the table, the note reads, this is for you to have fun tonight, and in the box I find a pair of japanese clover nipple clamps a small plug a large plug and a VERY large plug with a big bottle of HOT KY. Going to my room, I strip out of my clothes and crawl into bed. I lean back into t...
It was the car that first attracted my attention, an innocuous little gray hatchback that I passed by every day on the way to work. It wasn't so much the car, but a decal on the back window that intrigued me. Cute But Psycho. Okay. I wondered what that meant in this case. Then, one day, I saw her, short pink and orange blonde hair on a thin frame. Now my cur...
(This is a sequel to my story "Daughters of Priapus." Although it could be read on its own, readers might find it informative to read that first, in order to acquaint them with some of the characters that are mentioned.) 2 - Reawakened It was most unnerving at first, and yet most liberating. At the age of fifty-nine, I was once more a woman who could reac...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (12 min/mp3) * * * * * There are times where I just enjoy breakfast food. More often than not, it's nowhere near time to eat breakfast. Yesterday was one of those days. Kitten and I were working on a puzzle, spending the afternoon telling stories and laughing at childhood embarrassments, all the...
I worked my way through grad school with a home restoration business--mainly painting and minor repairs on older homes. My buddy in real estate sold a home, which was just vacated by an elderly lady whose out-of-town son had to put her in a nursing home. The home sold almost immediately, with the contingency that it be painted inside and out. It was a pr...
My heart was racing as we pulled up at the entrance to the path leading down to the beach. I hadn't really expected to be so affected. Across the road was the holiday house my family had rented last summer. Almost a year ago today I had walked down that path early in the morning, single and a virgin. In a way that would have been incomprehensible to the gi...