I loved to go out and have fun with my friends and they seemed to feel the same way about me. Most of my friends were girls but I did have some male friends. We would hang out at the local neighborhood bars during the week and hit the clubs on the weekends. I would always save a good part of my paycheck every week to go out with my friends and buy a new outf...
By my third week of motherhood, I was feeling good enough to begin taking my baby on short walks. Bundled up in her stroller – it was the dead of a midwestern winter – she gurgled and cooed while we made our way to a nearby market or drugstore, and I was insanely proud of the fawning comments she got from passersby! I almost always wore pants those first few...
This is my own story, there are many like it but this is mine. There is hardly any truth in this story at all, though it is based in places I've lived and jobs I have done. [Before I tell you this, I'd like to point out that I am not nor have I ever been a surveillance expert, ninja/Navy SEAL/murder hobo, or a super-lawyer, so many of the usual responses f...
When Vesper was seventeen years old, her mother was working in a hospital in London, patching up and caring for the wounds of the men who were coming back from the continent after fighting for the Allied forces in World War II. She had been very young and sheltered, and had spoken to almost no one besides her mother and the few patients that she was allowed...
Chapter 16: Concerns of the Progenitor The Year Five Andrew’s Story Our little head-to-head confrontation with the government, fleeting and ethereal as it was, has finally opened my eyes. Emmy almost brought down the entire US government and she didn’t even try hard. I asked her to zap the A.G. and zap him she did. In the meantime she was still trying t...
As long as I've know myself, my life has always revolved around sex. I've always had questions, people asking me how I became the sexually depraved person that I am today and since my tale is an interesting one, I thought I might tell you of some of the encounters I had before I left my mother's breast. My story begins in squalor, with a woman who found hers...
Roxy waiting with her overnight bag packed for two nights away, imaging Shaun would arrive in a red Ford 1-ton truck and pulling on the brim of a black Stetson as he saw her. Almost right. He arrived in a metallic blue truckie thing he called a regular cab 1500 Silverado. He wore black jeans, black embroidered shirt, black boots and black Stetson. Oh god....
~Alrighty my first story! I'm probably a little to excited but I digress. Let me know if y'all like it. ~kisses Running. He was running. But, what the hell from? He was in the woods. No doubt about it, the woods. It was dark. Pitch black. He was running by trees. All of them tall, green and in close enough proximity so that their leaves were pressed to...
The pack was on the prowl tonight. Their howls echoed on the still night air and carried for miles on end. The cool crisp air burned their lungs as they flew with effortless ease, enjoying the caress of the night and the companionship that kept them together. There were seven in all. The Alpha pair, Rishad and Rose. Rishad was a huge white male that had ea...
Final Chapter When Bart was awakened by a tickling sensation under his nose, he did not need to wonder about the tingling in his arms. He knew they were being held in place by black straps, which was far less of a concern than his burning ass. The feeling under his nose was different from the previous morning and he knew it wasn't from her marvelous tits. B...