2: Early Years Sweet-faced Angela Briscoe with sensuous lips and a flattering cleavage had become the darling of management at Baldacci, Guy, Reinhardt & Robinson, Attorneys at Law, before her unmasking. It would have been her sensational unmasking but for an amazing substantial cover-up. In this episode Angela's entry into adulthood is outlined. POST-ADO...
Her eyes slowly opened, brilliant green wide eyes the color of emeralds or the green, green grass that grew in the gardens during the all too brief months of spring and summer. They were slitted. Like a cats, people would always say. Even after all this time, she couldn't help roll her eyes when someone said that. It was so...cliché. Obvious. Obvious or not...
When I woke up the next morning my wives were snuggled warmly about me. I just lay there like a sultan of Araby, soaking it up. I drowsily considered the most cost effective way to do my work. If I continued to stay in hotels as I made my rounds, it was soon going to get very expensive. Even if every hotel gave me the same type of excellent discount Mr. Wa...
This is the first story that I have ever written. I apologize ahead of time if there are grammatical mistakes. I only used Word. Let me know what you think. Cheers! ---------------- Cast of Characters: Bill Jones - Main Character Jim - Bill Jones's boss Kim Smith - A new hire Alex - A supplier for Bill and Kim ---------------- I hate business trips....
Chapter 13 - Betrayed By Stockings "Okay, so all I want to know is -- who's wearing the lingerie?" Oh shit. It had to be the stair-crusher. The man who I had barely avoided when I set out the towels. I was still leaning against the door and wondering how long the timer had been going in the wrong direction when he said it. "What the hell are you talking...
Jack awoke to a twinkling, navy-blue night. She lay still, perceived the idle murmer of gulls and surf, the sweet air, the soft and runny sand against her back. With every little rush of the surf, a liquid touch caressed her. Startlingly chill. Goosebumps prickled her naked form. She pulled a long, resuscitating breath, sat up. She nearly gasped. Out on th...
My name is Saoirse Lennon. Saoirse is an Irish name, which is why it's pronounced 'Ser-Sha', and I'm of Irish descent, obviously. I'm a twenty-two-year-old white girl, five-eight, one hundred thirty-seven pounds, with long, curly brown hair that falls to my shoulders, and I have brown eyes, though I suspect those eyes will change to a golden color soon. Let...
Gayle finished ordering items on line and checked the cam to be sure Georgia was asleep. The wetness in her panties told her what she needed to do. The payback for all those years that bastard cheated on her and how he had no idea what was coming to him, just made her pussy so wet. She was soon in bed enjoying her favorite toy. "I can't believe I slept so l...
Author's note: WARNING: There is the tiniest touch of reluctance/non-consent and scat in this chapter. Oddly, I don't like either much, but they were necessary for the evolution of the plot. As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in sear...
Author's Note - This is the end of the story, and I sincerely hope that everyone who has read it from beginning to end enjoyed it, and that you are happy with how I wrap it up. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, and might add a couple standalone scenes, so let me know if there is anywhere that I left out a scene you wish I would have written, and I'll see what...