CARTER If Coach Carter Hudson had been paying more attention, he might have declared the gym closed that Friday evening. But he wasn't a football guy, and it was only beginning to register to him that most of his clientele were, most definitely, football guys. And football gals: a third of the people at his gym were women, and half of them were moms of kids...
Carter had decided to make an early lunch when he heard the girls come around the corner. He was standing on the patio of his condo, shirtless on what promised to be another scorching summer day, futzing with the grill, sweating, cursing the fact that he was determined to grill the venison sausage his brother had sent him. Their voices made him look up and s...
Carter first stared straight ahead glad he had sun glasses on so the size of his eyes were hidden. They had to be the size of saucers when he recognized Kallies voice. He slowly rubbed his hand down his face trying and failing to hide the surprise. He turned his head as he pushed his sunglasses down a little and looked up. His heart skipped a beat when he s...
Carter was thrilled. The meeting had been wrapped up the evening before, which meant the last two days of his business trip were now a mini vacation. So far everything he had read about the Berkshires had been true. The people were friendly, and it was gorgeous in the fall. He was looking forward to a long exhausting hike, followed by a day of site seeing be...
"Hello? Earth to Emma!" Emma zoned back in to the real world, refocusing on her twin sister across from her and their friends seated around the dining hall table. "Where the hell have you been for the past five minutes? We're trying to figure out which show to hit tonight." Rachel, her twin, was staring at her expectantly, waiting for her to cast the decidi...
Note: These characters aren't mine, they belong to the producers of "Stargate SG-1". I'm just using them for a dirty little story I want to tell. This story involves lesbian sex and sex between a mother and her adopted daughter. If this offends you, please look elsewhere. * * * * * Janet Frasier, the chief doctor at America's top-secret Stargate Command,...
CARTER If Coach Carter Hudson had been paying more attention, he might have declared the gym closed that Friday evening. But he wasn't a football guy, and it was only beginning to register to him that most of his clientele were, most definitely, football guys. And football gals: a third of the people at his gym were women, and half of them were moms of kids...
Dear Shoeblossom: One nigh I attached Carter's wrists to the ceiling hook in his basement, and separated his legs and locked them into a spreader bar. I whacked his cock to awaken it with my long cut rose switch...didn't bother to cut off the thorns! And then I brought out a thin steel knitting needle. "This little slit at the end of your cock is quite s...
"I know pronounce you Mr and Mrs. Carrington." Miri and Carter looked at each other in the courtroom. This was really happening, their marriage of convenience to save Miri's company. "Well," said Miri, "I'll be returning to the office to inform the board I now have control of the company." Carter paused, "You don't want to celebrate a little first?" Mir...
Author's Note: This is the final part of The New Neighbors, the thrilling two part story about love, lizardmen, and teenagers WHO ARE ALL STILL EIGHTEEN. They didn't become not eighteen between story halves. Time travel is in the Concord stories. * In the anti-climax that defines many stories of the world, a text message full of amazingly explicit pictures...