Chapter 31: Small Talk Savannah didn't take long tattooing the back of Jeff's neck — it was clear that she was very good at this kind of thing, and she made short work of the design. Jeff had no idea what word or image or symbol had been etched into his skin, but he was too afraid of inviting Sarah's ire to ask. His skin was undoubtedly sore, but the coolin...
Same as the last one, enjoy. As always comments are welcome but try to keep it constructive. - Before we made the last jump to the mountain the bunker was at, Fourteen pulled us all aside and told us there was a defense system in place, he didn't quite know what it was but his uncle had bragged about it, saying that people who lived out in the desert would...
Author's Note: This story takes place prior to the CATU novel Ghosts. Before the organization of CATU has been formed. * Everyone get down on the floor!" The command erupts from the entrance of the school, thick with a Brazilian accent. School hasn't yet begun at Reed Elementary School before the men with guns burst in. "I said get down!" the man yells a...
Martha sat in the car, monitoring the speed of other motorists. She was parked on the side of Interstate 80 East in Hercules, near the exit for Highway 4. It was a warm, humid afternoon in May, and business had been slow so far. Everyone was being a good, safe driver today, and fortunately for her, that meant less headaches and stress. She drank some more...
Mirror Marlene: The Crackpot Scheme "Oh, my God!" Rucker said admiringly. "Marlene Collier, you look beautiful." I stood at the doorway of the guest room in the large house that Jeremy Collier built wearing one of my husband's starched long sleeved dress shirts, and looked at the naked black man on the bed. He was certainly not my husband. For the few seco...
Okie-doke. Here is another one of my true stories about past loves or sexual experiences. I still get private e-mails from readers who doubt what I say is true. That's okay. I know they are true and it's somewhat therapeutic for me to write these things here in this forum. My wife and I have talked at length about my wide and wild sexual past and she knows t...
This is another of my true stories from my life. This one is a little different than the others I've written to date in that it does not really deal with interracial sex, my favorite thing in life per se, but is more about my early life with my lovely and beautiful wife. Yeah, there's some sex stuff here. But again its true sex stuff and not something I made...
Derek Waters fiddled nervously with his tie as he waited in the foyer of Pampered Pussy to be called in for his interview as a senior salesperson. He looked again at his watch growing more nervous by the minute. The male receptionist smiled as he looked up, "I'm sure they won't be long," he spoke quietly, before returning to his work. "No worries," Derek re...
For a little over a year, I had a fuck life that every guy in the universe would kill for. I was getting laid every single day and on many days, two to three times a day. Michele was freshly pregnant with our second baby, Kiko was stopping by sometimes twice a day as she had become addicted to my cock and Yasmin and I had spent many nights together and she w...
Part V Chapter 47 It is early autumn on the Izu peninsula, and summer's leaves are in a desperate, if futile, rush to soak up the last warming light of the year. Those usually first to let go and fall to the ground, the red-leafed maples, have turned a deep red, and some limbs have already been stripped bare by cold gales coming in off the nearby sea. Stil...