Slurp and suck and slobber and salivate. Tongue and taste and tantalize and tease. This Bitch never failed to amaze me. If she worked on the oil fields, she could put a dozen Barons in the red in a week and have the industry taken over in a month. Of course, when I wanted to interrogate her, it was like a deleeching. You think I might be kidding, but I act...
Thomas Morton pulled into the driveway of the beautiful Virginia home. It looks almost as good as mine, he thought as he stepped out of his powder-blue Mercedes. He rang the doorbell and waited. It was 3:00pm in the afternoon on a gorgeous autumn day. Thomas looked at the cloudless sky and took a deep breath. The air was so crisp. Suddenly, the door opened...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. ### She awoke. She sat up and looked around. The research campus buildings surrounding the sla...
It was a hot, steamy summer afternoon. The kind where the mere thought of work makes you work up a sweat. It was my first of several days off, I put on a thin blue t-shirt, a pair of old pyjamas pants that I cut up as shorts and a pair of deck shoes that a female co-worker left behind at work years ago. My house and the one next door are the only two house...
The constant pounding of the headboard against our shared wall was both annoying and exciting. Our neighbors were clearly enjoying themselves – especially Cheryl, given her many obscene cries – and Jenni and I were definitely enjoying listening to their "radio show." Cheryl's loud vocalizations suddenly ceased, although the pounding of the headboard agains...
He's been under tremendous strain, lately. Work-related stuff has kept him up nights, pacing the floor. Politics and world affairs haven't done anything to ease his mind, either - if anything, all those other influences have upset him even more. When I lowered my lashes at him one evening and nodded toward our bedroom, he looked away. I went over and put my...
(Everybody is eighteen here, okay? Enjoy. Google a 'girl in the mirror' picture before you read this. Imagine what she's thinking. See if you picked the right one after you read the story.) * I watch her, the girl in the mirror, as she watches me. I wrinkle my forehead. I think, "I do not mind this problem of body image so much as I mind the idea that I,...
Steve Lucent burst across the starting line at the sound of the gun like a madman. He drove his toes into track with the fury of an animal. But to the spectators in the stadium, his tall, athletic frame and his long blonde hair flying in the wind without hiding his handsome face, Lucent seemed very much like the ideal man. Behind him, a swarm of the fastes...
Since I have been asked to continue the story I will happily oblige. This picks up where the last one left off... * Lee's hands followed mine as they drew on the inch of exposed skin between her sweatshirt and her jeans. Her hands kept nudging me lower toward her honey-pot. I let my fingertips push gently under the waistband of her panties and down to wher...
When Hick came by, she walked past the doorman and uniformed guard as if she belonged in the house. She checked the visitor's log book and saw that Amelia had spent more than an hour meeting with El. "Whatever did you talk about?" the stout journalist asked her favorite subject. "Her flight around the world, of course," El answered in her quivering, high-p...