It was a beautiful late fall day in Indiana, with the sun a bright auburn as it started its descent in the sky. Traci wanted to enjoy another sunset while sitting in the glider near the edge of the pond Jason had built about a quarter-mile from the house. At 72 and suffering from Alzheimer's, Traci was extremely frail, yet she insisted upon walking the tra...
I remember the day and the time. It was the day of my thirty-fifth birthday and the time was 5: 26 am. I know because I saw the clock when I reached over and silenced the alarm. I looked over at Leslie who would stay in bed another hour and saw something that I hadn't noticed before. Her night gown had slid down and I saw a love bite - a small hickey - on th...
With the towels draped over our shoulders, we picked up our clothing from where it had all been summarily tossed aside in our haste to get into the pool and made our way into the house. While Mom and Mable fussed about in the kitchen preparing some snacks, John and I made our way into the living room and flounced onto the sofa. It was a strange feeling to b...
Author's Note: No smut in this chapter, but there is plenty of violence and a bit of gore. _____________________________ First-Paw Glenn Fletcher was beginning to despair. His line of militia were doing what they could against the horrors beyond the ridge, but it wasn't enough. Anyone that stuck their head up too far got cut apart by the red beams of the i...
The next morning, Leslie was the last one to wake up. As she lay in bed by herself, she remembered what happened last night. Almost immediately she felt warm sensations growing down below. 'Well, fuck,' she thought. 'It finally happened. I wonder how this is gonna play out.' She stretched long and wide, inhaled a deep refreshing breath, and slowly exhaled as...
~ Through the Turnstile ~ It was hard to decide if the goose bumps were from the cold air or from mild trepidation. The chill was easy enough to explain: she had taken her shirt off, exposing her back. Trish had thoughtfully put a warm towel on the pad to cushion her breasts, but she was still cold. The apprehension was more complicated. She had asked Lesli...
"Craig's just got to be calling my cell right now," Leslie's distraught voice of rationality tried to speak up over the cataclysmic din ringing in her ears. Watching Britney's head descend between her thighs once again, Leslie knew she didn't have much more time to dissect the ramifications of what she was doing before it would be too late. "When I don't a...
Author's Note: This is a rewrite and expansion of an older story I wrote. All characters portrayed are 18+. ***** Chapter 1: She's a Complete Cock-Sucker Leslie sat at the back of the class, watching as Mark got screamed at by the teacher. She focused on this more intently than any of the other students because, though she hated to admit it, she found hi...
Jacy Etergen is the heir to the throne of a defunct Inca tribe. Add that fact to three dollars and sixty five cents and Jacy has the exact amount of money she needs to pay for a Grande size caffe latte. But it's still better to be a queen, than it is to not be one," she thought. Jacy always buys caffe latte when she's stressed, and needs to be comforted. Th...
"Good morning Dr. Grey!" Victoria exclaimed excitedly. "It sure is a beautiful Monday morning!" "Well, isn't someone in a good mood this morning? Are we back to 'Dr. Grey'?" Victoria got up from her desk and walked over to the coffee maker that sat in the corner. Adam noticed that she was wearing a very short, bright skirt with a flower pattern and a yello...