Call me Cari, everyone else does. This is my story of deception, questionable abduction, and passion. My parents named me Caroline after some great aunt Caroline Everett whom I never had the pleasure to meet. She was from the west, and lived on a ranch which took so much time and effort to rebuild after the depression, when it almost fell into ruins. Since...
Northern Africa, circa 1949 My first day out of bed was an eventful one. I was alone in the house; Dad had taken a short business trip, taking Henriette along with him, Anna was still away, and William had gone to run errands. Olu, I'd assumed, was at the dig, supervising while Dad was away. I slowly got dressed, and made my way to the piano, which I expect...
This takes place in a year BMP - before mobile phone - so please don't ask why the various characters aren't texting each other. This story is based loosely on real events and all names have been changed Birthday I gently woke from a doze and stretched with a yawn. Suddenly I started fully awake. Where am I? This isn't my bedroom! I panicked as I looked ar...
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The nametape on his right breast said Thompson, but that could hardly distinguish between the two of them. His first name was James, but, aside from her, and from his blood relatives, no one called him that. She wore no tag or labeling, generally, but from time to time at the conventions, symposiums, and signings that she attended from time to time, hers pre...
My wife is normally a very demure, southern lady who always dresses impeccably and she is extremely smart and very buttoned up. However, she does occasionally allow her slutty side to emerge and the more we have played out our fantasies, the more she has allowed herself to let her inner slut come out to play. One thing we have talked about many times was a...
Ah yes, Abby! She brings back such fond memories. She was a cheerleader when I first saw her. A short skirt, a bulky sweater, pom-poms, and a beautiful, vivacious, athletic young woman... what else could a man ask for? I spent wonderful hours watching her bounce around, kick her legs up, and do cartwheels almost every afternoon after school. We were both bre...
“Concentrate Stacey, concentrate” I say angrily to myself. No Kyleer what I did, what I was doing, those 4 words kept running through my head, disturbing my concentration on whatever task was at hand. I could be in the middle of teaching about the benefits of agriculture and those 4 words pop into my head. And every time I have to stop, find my notes on the...
It wasn't exactly how Jacqueline Montero envisioned that glorious, and long looked forward to day. Sitting among the throngs of assembled family members and well wishers beneath the early Spring sun in our Nation's Capital, Jacki joined countless other parents as they watched their children walk across the stage with their diplomas from Georgetown. Years ea...
During the symposium the next day I was distracted by thoughts of Joan. I kept revisiting how exciting it was to have this strange, naked woman on my bed, how silky her pussy felt around my condom covered erection, the excitement of her quivering orgasms, the high when I came, the low of post ejaculation and the satisfaction of lying beside her for that shor...