He wanted her from the first moment that he saw her. The first time it happened was a Wednesday morning. He had stopped at the coffee shop on the corner of Fifth and Main to grab his morning caffeine fix when he spotted her sitting at one of the tables in the back of the shop. There was nothing notable about her that would justify how or why she had caught h...
It was the slightest touch, a tickle really, along his palm as he stood near the fountain at the mall. Alex turned his head, not to investigate –that was pointless –but to acknowledge whoever had touched him. "Yes?" Nobody said anything. He waited a moment and then slid the backpack from his shoulder and tucked away the book he'd just purchased: Dante's "D...
Part 1 Athena dreamed violence: a blade slicing through soft flesh, the hot lash of a whip, and the slap of a spanking hand. Violence was the path to power, and power set you free. This was the code Athena lived by. It brought her strength and beauty, lovers, admirers, and slaves. A passion for power is what made her. At the young age of twenty-three, she...
The following is an account of an unexpected encounter with another couple that we met one night about a month ago. Sue and I still can’t believe that this took place, it was such a spur of the moment thing, and we certainly did not anticipate it taking place that evening. Every so often my wife, Sue and I go out to a bar/nightclub about 10 miles away from...
Chapter 8 The next morning Steve called Ralph. Rafferty listened to one side of the conversation. "Ralph, Steve." "Yeah, it was kind of a shock but thanks for getting it to me." "I appreciate it. I don't need much right now just some information. Do you have anything on where that video came from or who is getting the money?" "Well, can you email me the...
His music was louder than most people could stand. True, his ears were starting to hurt, but it was a good song. Over the noise of the guitars and the singer crooning lyrics (well, yelling is more apt), there was the distinct sound of two beeps, so out of pitch and rhythm with the song that it was immediately apparent that it wasn't part of it at all. He mad...
{Once again I find myself unsure of a proper category. So I put it in loving wives, what the heck.} * She was one, once upon a time. I spotted her clear across the parking lot, and there was no doubt in my mind. My former wife, Patty. Other than perhaps one size increase on her fanny she looked about the same. The same pretty flowered print type dress,...
Consider Julie. That's what Dave was doing right then as she walked down the front path towards his door. Julie had auburn hair (closer to red in Dave's opinion, but she call it auburn), green eyes, creamy skin, and a very nice figure. She was intelligent and vivacious, fit and popular. She is eighteen, with an over-protective mother. Father, too, for th...
I woke up on Sunday morning and lay awake listening to the rain outside my window. I could hear the sounds of traffic rushing through puddles making the day seem wetter than it probably was. My head rested on a perfect down pillow covered by a creamy ivory pillow case. I was curled between the matching ivory satin sheets with the top one draped partially cov...
Fonda stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. She looked at her naked body in the mirror and liked what she saw. Though she was now 43 years-old, her stomach was still flat, her 34C breasts were still relatively firm, as was her ass. She cupped a hand under each breast and looked admiringly at her small dark chocolate nipples on her globes of milk c...