Jennifer was 36, a mother of two small children. She was petite, about 5'3", 120 pounds, with long, straight blonde hair. She had a California attitude and look to her, but she was actually from Colorado. She had a different vibe to her, independent, confident, and adventurous, yet somehow she melancholy and pensive. In high school, Jennifer was a repressed...
She'd lived there for nearly a year. What I knew about her was simple really – she is an artist – art student apparently. She also had a certain look of innocence about her. Not true innocence but more like inexperience. As any good student she was also a keeper of somewhat odd hours. Never overnighters anywhere though but there was the occasional weekend wh...
I don't know what made me turn around, some small sound behind me, a soft foot fall, a rock rolling, I wasn't sure, but I knew I had to look and knew also I didn't want to. The clearing was brightly lit with the light of the full moon, casting everything in silvery shades of grays and blacks, bright enough so that I didn't need my light. I always loved walk...
It started out as any other morning, for Sarah, her alarm going off she rolled over to feel the damp from sweat sheets where her boyfriend of 8 years had been sleeping. He'd already left for work as usual. So she began her normal morning routine. She got out of the shower and could smell food being cooked by her messy roommate, her boyfriend's best friend...
Evil sometimes wears a pleasant face I have found. I strolled across the smoking car to the bar where the woman behind the bar smiled at me, her gold incisor gleaming from her mahogany face. She could have been any age, I suppose, from thirty to seventy. I'd seen her before, but not on every turn. She was polishing immaculately clear heavy tumblers, each w...
Often I've wondered why the only thought to stir my sissy cock, some 40 years into life, is the vision of a hard, throbbing, blue veined cock arched just before my eager lips. Was it the spiked heels I pranced around the house in younger years or perhaps the love for the pale yellow slip I stole from my sister and wore secretly under my jeans and shirt while...
The conversation in the cab on our way out the highway was sparse and tense. We discussed our projects, trying to joke through the obvious awkwardness, but my typical free-flowing chatter abandoned me as it always does when I'm hopelessly attracted to a person. I kept looking over at James' face as he drove the truck and catching him looking over at me. It s...
I had just turned 19, I stood 5ft 6 and was while not top model stuff, fairly well created with the right portions in the correct places. My boyfriend of a few years had just come back from two weeks of basic training, and I was as horny as one could get. Before he went off into the wide blue yonder we had been sexual active, with him keeping me satisfied on...
Her long tobacco-colored tresses clung to her back as she made her way through the dense and confused crowd toward the metal barrier that led to the backstage area. She forgot to grab the "pass" (really just a home-laminated square hung from a lanyard) from her husband before he went on stage, but she strode confidently to the gate anyway. The squatty, bald...
Two strangers, two lives, intertwined by the strangest of circumstances, chance perhaps, destiny certain. This is their tale... I'd lived in New York City all my life, the hustle, the bustle as much a part of me as the blood that ran through my veins. Mostly, I had let the city pass me by, content to observe rather than to partake, at least until now. I kno...