Please read the first part first. This is a complete work of fiction. We are all adults here. ***** Monica struggled through the next hour and a half or so. Her dress was rubbing her stiff nipples into incredible sensitivity, and with each movement her breasts felt torturously delicious. Her panties were soaked through into her dress and her nerves w...
Taylor stared blankly at the word document in front of her, journalists were supposed to have an innate talent for coming up with the perfect words...right? And usually she was great at that, but at the moment she was just too dammed distracted. By Daryl of course, it was always Daryl, ever since she'd met him on the first day at her new school. And now, at...
(A note on the accents: 'but' and 'butt' are spelled 'boot,' 'it' is spelled 'eet,' 'good' is 'gewd,' etc. They are fairly self explanatory, 'roo een' is 'ruin,' etc.) 1. . Mrs Sandra Zapeda was a kept woman. Having been raised in a large family of moderate means, she was accustomed to shopping at discount boutiques and consignment shops. Like most women,...
Willa's story Chapter Three Nels and John returned to the farm when they heard that Sam had died. I was certain God was punishing me for my wicked ways, and except for cooking and taking care of the children, I spend most of the day, every day, in my room, praying for Sam's soul. Then, a month later, when things couldn't get worse and I was still sick wi...
"Why is this place all the way out here?" I asked Amanda, curious as to who builds a house in the middle of the woods. Especially in these woods. "Jeez Louise you complain a lot," my sister teased. "I thought you liked taking hikes, Karen." Hike? Yeah right. This is more of an expedition. "I do like hikes, but walking for 4 hours from town just to see yo...
This story, like all of the ones I plan on submitting to this site is true. Some of the names and places may have been changed to protect people from embarrassment, but all the events are essentially correct. This story takes place during the most recent New Year's Eve and concerns my last girlfriend, Lindsey. We broke up about a month after the events of...
She wasn't the thinnest or youngest woman at the campground that weekend, but she was still sexy. Dangling her legs off the edge of the dock at the boat launch, she spent a lot of time staring out at the boats on the lake. She was waiting for one of them to return. With my sunglasses on, she couldn't tell how intently I was studying her. I feigned casual d...
In her e-mail she'd said she wanted to go to strip clubs and sex clubs, so I'd done some online research that afternoon. "Well, there's Obsessions down by Deansgate Locks," I said. "That's meant to be a good strip club." "We could," she said. "But I think I'm too horny to just watch now. Isn't there anywhere we could go and, you know, do stuff?" "Sure,"...
"NATALIA AMELIA RICHARDSON ANSWER THIS PHONE! This is the fifth message I've left you this week. I don't like talking to your answering machine! I know you're out having fun with Mr. Nice Guy but don't forget about your friends, me in particular. Plus I need the notes from Mondays class. Call me back this time... Oh it's Art by the way." The past few weeks...
Jackson and I spent the day in Savannah shopping, then Vonne and I sent him on his way Thursday to meet with his attorneys in Atlanta. When she saw him finally drive out of sight, Vonne's sigh was audible. "Thank goodness! Well, Dana, if you'll excuse me, I've still got a lot to do to get ready for Friday …" She turned and made her way back into the house a...