It's not easy being a cocktease. Ha! Now there's a lie if there ever was one! Men being what they are, slaves to their excited pricks, it's not hard at all. All it takes is being born with the kind of body that men like - I guess I qualify - and an instinct for what they need. Then there's nothing easier. When I left my apartment today I thought, "Oh shit,...
Introduction : Avinash continues to interview Hemangini for his new writing. As she pursues with her story, the revelation at the next stage tends to get harrowing from where it started. She welcomes him into an all new ambience which leaves Avinash in the absolute stupor. I would just like to add an advanced disclaimer to any Indian religious reader advanc...
[This story follows the characters and situation started Progressive Dinner. I hope you enjoy this whether or not you also read that one.] * I had left my bag in the room when I checked in, so only Elle's had to come up with us. I carried it under one arm and hugged Elle with the other as we got into the elevator. As Elle had requested, I got a room on one...
"You missed the turn...again!" Dara fumed. "The damn sign is halfway behind a tree," Zane argued, "how is anyone supposed to see it?" "We've been driving here for years, Zane!" Zane could only sink his head and prepare for a U-turn. He hated driving to his in-laws. The streets in their neighborhood were confusing, and the mailboxes weren't allowed to have...
The man and woman at the corner table in the hotel dining room were clearly arguing. The man's swarthy face showed some exasperation as he waved a finger in the air. The woman, with tawny, shoulder length hair, and slender from Dan's rear view, pointed an occasional finger as she responded. They were clearly talking in low tones since they attracted no atten...
Author's Note: Special thanks to editing help from JRSMALE who were kind enough to edit this story. For those of you who have read my previous stories, you will be delighted to see marked improvement in punctuation and grammar. ***** My name is Frank Crowder and I grew up in a suburb of Detroit, Michigan. Ever since I went through puberty, I became aware...
"This is just stupid." I thought as I listened to the upper-class woman talk. About two dozen girls had signed on for pledge week at Alpha Alpha Omega sorority. This was the last day. We had listened to lectures on confidentiality and learned the code of conduct, quacked like ducks, scrubbed the floors, and done lots of other inane exercises. We were down to...
I have been personally involved with the aftermath of esophageal surgery and the drainage therapy for healing esophageal damage - it remains medically essential that the patient not speak, whisper, swallow, cough or strain this delicate tissue in any way - for patients with 'wandering hands' the restraints described are prescribed - for vaginal damage, as ex...
This is the second part of the story, where moves things will move slowly in this part, trying to build tension and create a lot of drama. Here, Rachel will get Nick off by teasing him and seducing him, though this won't be a straight-forward story. Here, I will add a bit of background on both Rachel and Nick, though the mentioned daughter - Roxxy - won't pl...
Daphne tried to settle the butterflies in her stomach, as well as the ever-more-frequent twinges of... something... down below. She sat in her seat in a deluxe car on a train headed to Neopolis, dressed properly in an ankle-length skirt and full-sleeve blouse, over which she wore a satin vest. As the countryside sped by, she tried to remain calm. Her twinge...