Hi folks, this story is based on the Concrete Blonde song of the same title. Listening to the song might help you enjoy the story more, but it isn't necessary. From now on when I do s story about a song, I'll try to give you a warning on my twitter page so you can listen to the song beforehand. I'm grateful to Mikothebaby for her usual incredible editing job...
As Chapter 4 came to a close, Peter was giving a pool party. Present were Melanie and her daughter in law Dottie, his black friend Harvey, Becky and her husband the Reverend Robert Palmer, and Joe and Susan Palmer, parishioners of the Reverend's church. The party has just begun. * * * * * The atmosphere at pool party that evening was more than a little bi...
Gemma Blackwell Collector of Pleasure I have been called a witch, a lover, a thief, a goddess and a demon. A whore, a healer. And once, I was even called a murderer. Only some of these things are true. Before we start, here's a definitely true thing about me: I'm a time traveller. The Preacher's Son Small town in Alabama, 1961 There is no one quite as...
Author's note: No part of this story represents actual characters, persons, or places. It is written as erotica, nothing more. Please enjoy. *** Jennifer's eyes bug out of her head and her left hand comes to her mouth. "Oh my heavens!" she exclaims and is powerless to move away from the back window of their expansive ranch house. Jennifer Walsh is 24 years...
The Quinlans came to take her from me one October night, they came while chanting ancient psalms in darkening twilight, they came to rescue her, they said, from my impure designs, to cleanse from her all traces of her bestial human side. The pious congregation had for weeks devised this mission. This lovely Quinlan girl had turned her back and risked perdit...
Summertime was over and I was in the middle of my first semester at Parkston Junior College. Carrying a full load didn't give me much time to make the trip back and forth from Auntie Em's so with Mom's and my auntie's financial assistance, I was able to rent a small studio apartment just a couple of blocks from the college. Made for some lonesome nights. I...
Preacher's wife This happened some time ago in Nashville. I was a single guy in my early 20s, working and doing okay. I had a roommate that wasn't a bad guy, but he had some anger issues and apparently that kept him from having a girlfriend for very long. While I worked a lot. I was also the most active musically at the time in three different bands. One...
"The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:" His pale hands easily slid bullet by bullet into the ammo clip. The scratches on his knuckles were a mixture of both new and aged wounds. Oddly, his finger nails had been kept both trimmed and clean. Deftly, those finger tips finished their task and with a swift motion...
Being young it was really hard to keep such a secret, and I told my best friend. "Oh, no way," he said to me. "You're full of shit." "No, I am telling you the truth," I said to him. I was wishing there was a way I could prove it to him. He went to the same church as I did, so he knew Mrs. Brown. I couldn't really figure out how to make him believe me, but I...
Okay, okay, I know all about it, you wouldn't be caught dead walking into one of those "Sex Shoppes," you know the type, with the lovely mannequins lining the windows in odd costumes. Yeah, it gives it a bit of glamour but we all know that hidden behind those mannequins is the wall, the wall of dildos, vibrators and miscellaneous toys that runs from a 14" me...