Chapter 21 "I Needa To Opena My Box." Mrs. Enunzio came in the every Monday morning at 9am and Michael dreaded her weekly visit. "I needa to opena my box," she said in the same words with the same monotonic inflection. Never did she say please or thank you. He had nightmares of her suddenly appearing behind him in the shower, in bed, when he was getting dr...
Marie came and got Ron from the waiting room. He thought she probably looked better than he did. Ron had hardly slept. Marie seemed to look like she always did. She made very brief eye contact with him, no more than a split second, when she called his name, then looked away before she turned. She held the door open for him and he walked after her down the co...
THE FINAL: Business woman Maggie de Lacey is taken hostage in a bank robbery and when her new husband rushes in and attempts to free her Ryan is shot through the chest, but survives. Marksmen kill one of the armed robbers holding Maggie and save Maggie again by immobilizing another robber attempting to shoot her with a shotgun. All this drama is being shown...
Chapter 11 Neighborhood Bank The subterranean basement of Neighborhood Bank, three floors below ground level, where the armored car drivers took the freight elevator down to deposit monies received from the Federal Reserve Bank, served as a bomb shelter during both World Wars. The employees, who worked with piped in music and filtered air, believed that Hor...
The Oroso islands described here really do exist. The real ones are smaller than the one described in here – I needed more space so I created a next one up. To see what the real ones look like, put orsosisland with a dot com into your browser and you'll find them. Apologies for the delay on this. Real Life has intruded and my time for writing has been quite...
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CHAPTER 1 Caleb Hunter had this recurring thing in his head about returning to the room and the woman sprawled on the bed, covered in sweat after having had sex with him, the moonlight coming in through the window and highlighting her, breeze fluttering the curtains. She'd opened her glistening eyes and coo, "Are you ready to fuck me again darling?" The fi...
There you are! I was expecting you waiting at the door. I know, I know. I'm late, but I had to run another unexpected errand. My, your cheeks are flushed and your breathing is as fast as if you were running a mile. Is there anything you'd like to tell me, anything you'd like to confess? No? Well then let me tell you something, instead. You do know that you...
I had a rough day at work. Everything that could go wrong did. Everyone that could be a prick was. Everyone I didn't want to hear from called. So when it finally ended I couldn't wait to get home to Vivian (my wife) and her double-D tits. Nothing relaxes me more than a mouthful of those beauties and my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. We started of...
Summer had come around again and I was back to wearing my mini skirts and flashing quite often while with my husband at the local park. It is difficult to explain or describe the exhilaration that I felt each time that I showed my panties off, either by accident (on purpose) having my skirt get caught on branches or park benches causing it to rise above my...