My 'we've got to talk' ambush came on a Sunday evening as we were getting ready to go to bed. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised as Jeanette, my wife of four years, had been acting strange all weekend. I asked her several times if she was not feeling well. "No, I feel okay. I just have a lot on my mind." To tell the truth, so did I. The Great Recessi...
The first shock came when he saw her through the door window in the corridor being escorted by a trio of Farronds. He knew that it was her, Jensen. She was the woman who was on the other side of the wall of his cell. What was surprising to him was her bright red hair. Yes, red, there was no mistaking it when she gave the Farronds the slip and burst into the...
Jim Bob Jones was a true "good old boy" and fairly typical example of that uniquely American species Rutilius Collum (Redneck). He loved three things: Hunting, Fishing and Pussy, and pretty much in that order. His rugged good looks made sure he never wanted for Pussy and when not outdoors hunting and fishing, he was usually chasing skirt down at his local wa...
Hello All, apologises for the severe delays, I was travelling..but am back and want to get this finished before the summer is over. Thanks for reading, all comments welcome. Anna Dreamer ** Alex stood at the front of the cave, puzzled and in awe. The intricate designs, so elegant and beautiful. Alex rang her fingers over the designs lovingly. Just in that...
Ms. Panington screamed and pushed me from her lap. The arousal monitor alarm was blaring. Ms. Jensen leaped to her feet and ran to Ms. Panington's side. Upon seeing the mess, she shouted, "Naughty sissy! Didn't you hear the alarm?" I lay on the floor ashamed and humiliated. I had heard the alarm begin to sound, but I so much wanted to cum I had thrust my co...
Chapter 5: Wet Dreams That night Jensen and Jared caught a plane to Vancouver as they had to shoot some scenes of the show the following day. Jensen was having a hard time concentrating on work and was glad when the day was over. It was almost 11pm when he arrived at his place in Vancouver. He knew he'd have a hard week ahead, really long days on the set, b...
CHAPTER NINE: Strike Dear Mistress and Cure his Heart Martin Coombes trembled in anticipation of the packet in his pocket. How he managed to walk in the shop, order the Marlboro Lights and pay for them without fainting he didn't know; but now his heart was hurting it was banging so fast. He had cigarettes. He kept saying it to himself. It thrilled him to k...
(Thanks to Rey for his editing expertise) *We bleed for Love and Hate; both celebrated with tears* (9 days later) "So, are you anxious about joining the mile-high club," Echo whispered. I had to wonder about her need for privacy – there were only five of us on-board 'my/our' private jet. Michael Harrow offered repeatedly to let me use one of his air fle...
It was a beautiful late summer day, warm, sunny, and the bombshell was almost gentle when it hit me. Gentle, I guess, 'cause I more'n half expected it. "Sorry, Jack, but I'm going to have to let you go." Lars Jensen gave me a wry look. "With the railroad coming in, I'm just not getting the business, so I'm sellin' three of the wagons and concentratin' on th...
I had been kneeling in front of Ms. Panington for some time as she finished her breakfast of omelet, bacon, toast, and orange juice. My mind was firing in a confused fashion and I was unsure which of many thoughts, feelings, and impulses to pay attention to, and which to ignore. Fight or flight was quite pronounced and I contemplated getting up then and ther...