This story takes place in a fictional world with fictional people. Any similarities to people or things in the world we actually live in is coincidental. ***** The next couple of weeks were somewhat of a return to normalcy for Gwen. The Friday rides had been postponed twice due to conflicting schedules and the imminent arrival of KD as she made her way bac...
This story is the second in a series. It is probably necessary to read my story "Kelli" first for this story to make any sense. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as do the characters in t...
Out of the blue and without even asking him his permission, Janice, Roger's wife, invited her mother, Christine, to live with her and her newly married husband, Roger. Barely, two-years after they were married, thirty-year-old Janice invited her fifty-five-year-old mother, Christine, to live with her and her husband, Roger. If that wasn't enough of a shocki...
The day is bright and sunny. You are on your way to school, taking your time to appreciate the sights of the bustling people moving around to get to where they might need to be. Upon passing an alleyway, you are alerted by a muffled scream of distress. You move in to investigate. You discover a girl. Her clothes are shredded and there is a large thug looking...
Chapter One: The Peeping Step Dad I had just awakened with a middle of the night urge felt by many 50 something men – the urge to pee. I, like many men my age, have developed a larger than normal prostrate, which wakes me up at least once each night. And since I am in the middle of a total remodeling of the bathroom attached to the Master Suite in my 20 roo...
Author note: The first three parts of Sharing Sharon were told from Frank's point of view. With this part we're switching to Sharon's viewpoint. If you aren't familiar with Sharing Sharon you really should read parts 1 thru 3 first. There's some fair bit of background there on this vivacious fictional cumslut. ***** I looked at the clock again. Five whole...
It was late eighties, 1989 to be precise. I was in my final year of School of Architecture. I used to stay in a small rented house close to the university. The house belonged to a friend of my dad, so the rent was more than reasonable. I was working at a architecture firm part time and at the end of the day, I had enough money to buy books, eat and watch a m...
A few months later they were all informally sitting around the dining room table as had become pretty much the custom in the house. Amelia's webcam business was doing fine and she came to visit almost every day now. She was so used to being naked in the house that she now felt it would be out of place and even rude if she started dressing again. "Crescent Gi...
Chapter One: The Peeping Step Dad I had just awakened with a middle of the night urge felt by many 50 something men -- the urge to pee. I, like many men my age, have developed a larger than normal prostrate, which wakes me up at least once each night. And since I am in the middle of a total remodeling of the bathroom attached to the Master Suite in my 20 ro...
I am a huge fan of the movie Used Cars. This story is inspired by Cheryl Rixon's blue dress scene. I am also pretty blatantly stealing from AngelaSaxon Bikini Beach story so if you like this check out her version of similar setup. *** After the disaster that happened on their last shoot, the boys from The Filthy Rich porn company came up with a new busines...