5 - Foreplay: Mack rose up onto her tiptoes. She pirouetted like a ballerina, and straightened her right leg, her foot connecting with the punch bag shaped like a human torso and head. The blow connected with the opponent's head, making the punch bag rock on its spring base from the violent contact. I'd set the punch bag up on the lawn so Mack could work o...
Special note: My most recent story about Joanie accidentally got submitted to BDSM instead of to Exhibitionism. I mention this in case you are a fan of Joanie, as I hope you might be. ************************* My name is Marie. I am a twin, and my sister is named Maria. My mother was expecting one child, and if it were a girl, that child would have been...
My name is Rosco Richards and my story starts when I am twelve years old. With a name like Rosco you'd think I live somewhere in the states, but no, I live in a village twenty miles east of London in England. I live with my lawyer father and head teacher mother, in a large 5 bed roomed house. Both my parents have very busy diaries and I am always having baby...
I can honestly say that at 45 years old, I must have the suckiest job in the world. I manage a grocery store in a small California town. I have to be at the store at 5 in the morning just to prepare for the usual morning rush. And to make the matter worst, I have employees who have little or no respect for their jobs. I have stock clerks who comes to work as...
Edith, You haven't had time to write back and already I am writing you a second letter. I was taught to have better manners than this and I suppose this letter is evidence of how little I learned. I am not the proper young woman I could have been. There are things I meant to say in my first letter, but I lost my nerve. First, you must have been confused t...
I'm the high school Band teacher from the Chicago area that sent in my story from a couple months ago about having an unexpected sexual romp with a couple of my African-American students at my house after school one afternoon. I wrote about how I was 35, curvy, and single, and how that afternoon awakened a sexual hunger in me. On that particular day in Marc...
Liam Johnson looked out of the Nurse Manager's office at the cows in the pasture. The window was half open, and Liam could smell the Sher-Rockee Mushroom farm, even though it was more than two miles away in the rolling Pennsylvania countryside. Brought up in Kennett, Chester County, Liam was used to it, but that didn't mean he liked it. "How are you today,...
*********** Warning; this chapter contains some pretty extreme violence, gore and rape scenes. Not for the squeamish. It's the last chapter in book one of the Clone Saga. Enjoy. -Ax *********** In the secret facility at Veronas' North Pole, the female Streek was being dragged toward the Cloning Pod by two large Pirate men. They held her head to the scan...
I met Katie in my Comp. Lit. Class. She was a small, almost boyish looking redhead, lean and slender from years of athletics. We struck up a conversation over Homer and Virgil and were soon talking like old friends. We did the usual early relationship things, coffee then dinner then a free concert on campus. We helped each other out in our class, proofing e...
Of Lost Chances and Great Escapes There were a few generally accepted ways to handle a kidnapping; you could panic because you didn't know what was going on, you could kick and scream in some vain hope that a passerby felt inclined to help you, or you could fight back if you had the strength to do so. Sarah chose none of those. Instead, she went along. She...