*The teen character appearing in this story is eighteen years of age. * Authors Notes: This story is a direct sequel to the BAD M.I.L.F series; perhaps you should read that set of stories before this entry. I'd like to thank all my fans and others who have read and commented on my stories. ***** Catherine Brennan mother of Carry Anne McIntyre and grandmo...
The walk was quiet and uneventful as the morning brightened the cliff faces, bringing more illumination to their path – and Yorigthi. Upon occasion she would glance up at him. At the moment, the hood of his robe was pulled up, but the tentacles that rested on his chest left no doubt as to who this was. Sometimes he fell behind, waving her to go on when she s...
I think everyone needs a 'Jade' at least once in their life. I will never forget mine. Now, neither will you. - Cherysse *** "Damn, it hasn't changed a bit." It had been years since I had been in the old 'Rusty Pecker'. For that matter, it had been years since I had been in town; seven, give or take. Los Angeles had beckoned, and I had answered the call,...
The weather in Chicago sucks: the winters are cold and last too long, and the summers tend to get hot and stifling, but in between these extremes you get days in spring and fall when you can feel nature downshifting and changing gears and you feel yourself accelerating too, the seasons pushing you towards something new and exciting, somewhere you haven't bee...
Hi there, It has been awhile. I had planned to submit this story three weeks ago, however due to the holidays and upcoming exams it, unfortunately, got delayed a bit. The editing has been done by Sofie. (Thank you very much X) Please enjoy the story. ---------------------------------------------------- "Our bowstrings are going to be useless after this...
Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy © 2004 by Andrew Wiggin Author's Note: Any resemblance to any Administration living or dead is strictly coincidental. Part 16 The Vice President of the United States looked across the conference table at the Attorney General. He let the A.G. stew in his own juices for awhile. Somewhere there was a leak. He hated leak...
He had asked her to leave the side door to the cathedral unlocked and to wait for him in the loft. It was not the first time they had met so Emmy was comfortable with this arrangement. She was sitting at the Farfisa pipe organ playing Bach, a warm-up piece she could have played in her sleep. The creak of the heavy loft door brought her out of her daydream bu...
This story is a first attempt to write a story in English. ***** Maria and Sam - Prelude It would be a decisive moment for the rest of his life, yet he didn't have any clue about it, as he entered the third hotel building on his job search list for New York City. He was looking to apply for the position of an assistant in the kitchen. The young woman at t...
“What the fuck are you doing?” T.J. exclaimed when she walked into the cluttered bedroom and found her friend starting to shoot up with heroin. Dammit! This fucking pissed her off. The pot she could deal with. But fuck…this shit was too extreme. Not to mention… Jason looked up, his cornflower blue eyes wide with surprise at getting caught in action. All at...
Dear Shoeblossom, My name is Eliza Scunthorpe, a keyholder in Los Angeles I have read Leland T___'s whining letter to you and I want to clear things up! For instance there's Parrish! Parrish is a favorite client of mine. He is on a relatively lenient schedule--he is allowed to orgasm about once every other week. And he has privileges I don't usually gra...