This is my second series. I kind of churned this section out so hopefully you'll enjoy. There may be more to come if the interest seems strong. I've got an outline for future entries. As always, I appreciate all feedback and/or criticism. ********** The little brats in the seats just weren't going to behave this afternoon. They were probably still not f...
This is a continuation of the story about Merna. Really need to read part 1 to know characters. ***** Merna's first modeling job I awoke very excited about my first day modeling but there was nothing in my closet that fit my image of a model. I had either conservative business attire or old knock around clothes. I decided when my finances were less tenuo...
It seems like a year but it has only been a week since my perfect world came tumbling down around me. I'm a salesman and spend at least one night a week on the road. That night I was setting in a small neighborhood bar having a beer and watching the people come and go. People watching has always been one of my and my friend, Matt's hobbies. When were in coll...
I've often asked myself how it is that I came to be so addicted to the worship of women's legs. I've never adequately been able to explain it even to myself. I will say that ever since I was a young boy, the sight of a firm pair of legs, preferably in a skirt, is enough to get my juices flowing, my cock hard, and my mind racing. In an age where everything i...
For four days Paige Turner kept quiet concerning her run in with Mark Rapier, her Mom's boyfriend. She couldn't tell her Father of his blackmail scheme without it devastating her Mother. Paula Turner was a recovering alcoholic as it was. One huge shock might ruin her sobriety. Paige couldn't live with herself if that should happen. Keeping quiet was tough....
I opened the hotel door to find my wife standing there. It was not the pleasant surprise she probably thought it was. We hadn't been getting along well lately. And there had been other developments. Rebecca. Killian. "I've been knocking for ten minutes," she complained. "Why the hell didn't you answer the door?" "I was on the pot," I said. "Can't exactly...
"This is my son." My dad talked to two men in my front yard. My dad wore a brown sport jacket. The fabric was so frothy. The two men he was talking to were equally dressed in coats that were dressy and old fashioned at the same time. Their faces were dark and indiscriminate in the low light of the night. They mostly faced away from me. They had travelled ac...
Her name is Nicole...or "Nice Nicole" as she was known by the pool staff because of her natural sweetness, genuine caring, pleasant voice, and gentle ways. For an eighteen-year-old high school senior, Nicole was an anomaly of her generation and especially for her prestigious private high school that was known for its affluent and upper-crust snobby student b...
Welcome back! I update my Bio with the latest Chapters and projects I'm working on each time I put up a new post. As always votes and feedback are greatly appreciated! Enjoy! Blu ------ Edited/Proofread by: oldfart and 2muchdiggity ------ The Witch's Offering Chapter 3 Ren pushed himself up, his hands sinking into the lush lawn. Wiping a couple of...
Saturday was pretty uneventful leading up to 'the event'. I straightened up my place, set the table, did a little dinner prep and made some brownies. I showered, shaved and spent a little more time on my hair and makeup than I normally would if just Jerry were coming to dinner. I had gone shopping and found another shirt-dress with buttons all the way up t...