Bartlett, Alabama. Population 8,400. A great place to raise a family and still be a tourist attraction. The town's like a larger scale "Mayberry" complete with it's fair share of Andy, Opie and Aunt Bea's. It had it's backwards lifestyle yet managed to be one of the state's luckiest epicenters, having the largest natural lake in the entire region, "Lake Ki...
Andrea and I exchanged almost daily emails for what turned out to be a three-month stay away from home. She was making marvelous strides at her new job. The five guys respected her talent and loved not having to be involved in the business side of their now growing profitable company. She was asking me fewer and fewer questions. Her confidence was soaring. A...
Nialia looked at the phone in her hand. He was lying. Her husband was lying to her, she was sure of it, but why? His deep baritone voice had never quivered, had been just as steady, sure, and sexy as always, but with a woman's sixth sense, she knew he was lying. She wondered if he was cheating on her. There had been no hint of that in his voice, but then why...
*A house is where you stay; a home is where you live* (Maybe in the not so distant future) The 167th Air Special Operations Group was rolling off their transports as quickly as they could get the massive Globemasters on the runway. The men and women of this elite unit worked like a well-oiled machine. Lieutenant Cora Willows went through her checklist with...
The smell of stale popcorn and fresh cotton candy fills my head as I step into the chaos. An amusement park is one of the only places that you can be a 35 year old grown man who has a 9-5 accountant position, and act like an 8 year old kid all day and not be looked at with an odd expression. Parents have eager children pulling at their arms to go to the next...
Jill stared at the house in front of her. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this; she was definitely not the type to run off to some strange place to some strange man's house that she barely knew and had never been alone with before. She must be crazy that was the only logical explanation for it. Either that or she was just that horny these days. S...
"Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is at their heels."— Bertolt Brecht This chapter is short on sexual escapades, but I have to set up other action to let the sex happen. Please be patient and you will be rewarded my gentle readers. * I placed the palms of my hands against my eye sockets, fingers over my forehead, thumbs aside m...
I was going to see a band play that night and wanted to look as hot as possible to support my friends. I wore a pair of black fishnet stockings, with a red backseam and an ankle length black skirt with slits all the way up my thighs. I had the slits pinned with safety pins at the top of my legs. I wore a black shirt that molded to my 38 D tits and the signif...
South Africa. Present day. 10 pm. The band of drug traffickers...numbering 40 strong had made camp for the night in the jungle. They gleefully counted the gold, diamonds and other trinkets they had bribed out of some of the unsuspecting tribes..in exchange for the powerful narcotic they were peddling. The traffickers were a band of roughnecks..hired by a wea...
Sarah woke on the same camp stretcher she had been sleeping on for the last few months. In the same room she had lived in for the same time, a room in which she had become very familiar. The room was large, large enough for four people and several devices. In one corner was her bed, in another a well-used professional treadmill, another contained a soft floo...