Occasionally I will get a comment from someone who, "hates sluts". I like sluts; I don't mean women who give it up without discretion. I mean women who fuck with abandon--- wanton, fearless, teasing, nasty, dirty little girls. It's the old, "behind closed doors" concept. This is a story about a good girl who is this kind of slut, Jekyll and Hyde. She likes c...
In the grey, misty dawn that blanketed the countryside a few miles from the outskirts of Dalton, silent shapes moved around the large plantation house. Rifles, canteens, and anything else that could make noise was wrapped in rags to silence even the smallest “tink” of metal against metal or wood. The shapes, in tattered grey uniforms or linsey-woolsey shirts...
CHAPTER 1 Two weeks before her husband and her unmarried brother who lived with them and worked on the ranch were to leave for Europe, Carl's young wife hit the roof. "These women who've replied to your advertisements to be a companion for me while you two go cruising round Europe after buying young pedigree Angus bulls are as useless as tits on a bull," S...
I lay there on my back, panting, my legs bent but still spread, not wanting to hide anything from the savage, scared witless at what he was thinking, contemplating, but with the overwhelming desire to have him inside me again. Evening was coming on, and I had no idea how many more "agains" there would be. And what would happen when they stopped. My eyes, wh...
Wheels-down in Cuba: Vacation in the sun reawakens dormant desires Pressure on my eardrums wakes me. I dig in my purse for minty gum. Chewing and swallowing eases the pain, and I smile at my seatmate. Everyone stares out the portholes as the packed jet descends, but light haze veils the ground. Loud bumps from beneath the floor and a sudden roar: landing...
{There is some sex in this story, but it's not really erotic. Nothing else really fits.} Dan walked in to the big ballroom at the local Elk's club. Looking around at the roughly 30 or so people there, he realized he did not recognize a single soul. The chairs surrounding tables by the dance floor were filled with a sea of white hair, oversize people chatti...
CHAPTER 1 Corporate accountant Marvin Roach was unsettled in his role as an internal auditor. The twenty-seven year old had liked working with three foxy females on a project costing team but had been switched, without consultation, to the internal audit section where he worked with two grumpy old guys and a hawk-nosed female with no obvious tits who chewed...
The key on the rose trellis was easier to find. It was mid day on the 27th of July. I had been gone one day shy of 4 weeks and had cut it close. Laura would probably come in sometime during the night and spend until Saturday the 31st with me. As I entered through the back door I saw the telephone on the kitchen wall. Having made the commitment to take Laura...
Miss Lynette Bowmar tugged at the rough ropes that fastened her prim hands to the cast iron head board. As it had the fifty or more times before it did no good and she was just as fast secured as when she had woken up, tied spread eagled to the bed upstairs in the Silver Snake Saloon. Two months ago Miss Bowmar had taken the bone rattling stage from Springf...
Chris was a friend and former college student of mine. He had found work on a farm near a little hamlet called Udney, settled by Scottish farmers more than a century ago. It's in a farming district remote from cities. The old rambling farmhouse had a refitted attic under a hip roof that you reached by a steep ladder from the second floor. The little attic a...