Chapter 16: Who Says What Happens in Vegas... Sharon rolled to her left... or tried to roll; the heavy blanket kept her from moving very much. She smiled, enjoying the warm bed, and the full, heavy pillow. She settled back, reveling in that semi-lucid lucky time when you can control your dreams, if only for a moment. What was it that Lisa had called it......
To this day I still remember when Sharon moved into the neighborhood. I was 19 about to turn 20 when I walked out my font door that unseasonably warm May morning back in '94 and saw that moving van at the house next door. Naturally I was curious who would be moving into the neighborhood, so the first question I had on my mind was if they had a daughter my ag...
"Hmmmmm! These are absolutely delicious! Let me have another one dear." Sharon smiled and graciously obliged the elderly woman who she had served a minute ago with the delicate ackee quiche. She moved quickly around the gathering until her tray was empty, then made her way back to the kitchen. She had lost count of the trips she had made since the first par...
Sally I had been married to Peter for nearly ten years, and I would say that we were pretty happy and still in love. We had hoped to have children, but fate decided against that idea, as it turned out that Peter can only fire blanks, but, rather than consider adoption, we both accepted the situation and got on with our lives. I suppose that we are ordinary...
Originally Nick Scipio Story continuation RogueAlan NOTE: new readers, this should mostly stand alone, but there's lots you've missed, apologies, but I hope you find some good bits in the past chapters. I have outline through chapter 17... beyond that, i think we'll have to leave Sharon to your imaginations. As ever, I welcome an attempt to pick up any...
(Here we all are for the third installment of John and Sharon's sexual depravities. As you may or may not know, they have fucked like animals, and opened up to each other. Lets find out what’s been happening in there little world.) It’s been 4 months since I first met Sharon at the sea terminal that morning, and the last 4 months have been the best of my li...
Part 35: Doubts This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. This conversation includes elements of wife swapping/sharing, incest, and group sex. If you don't approve of these behaviors and yo...
"What rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?" -WB Yeats *** It was spring when Cousin Abbra announced she was pregnant, and the baby was due December 24. Furthermore, she insisted that she was still a virgin, and that the pregnancy was a miracle. And the father, she said, was Satan. Aunt Ann believed her. So did...
It rained all day the next day. By evening it was torrential, enough to cause minor flooding along the river, so I watched a movie I'd been trying to see for weeks, but I couldn't help feeling empty. It finally stopped raining at about 5:00 the next afternoon. It was soggy everywhere, but the sun peeped out just in time to set, and shortly thereafter I sl...
The school was empty as 18-year-old Sharon sat alone in her English Lit class, awaiting the return of her teacher, Mr. Smyth. It being a Friday, the school emptied even quicker than usual, and Sharon, a very pretty 5 foot 7 blonde senior, doubted anyone, from students to faculty, were still around. Perhaps some administrators in the main office downstairs,...