Author's Note: This story is an epilogue to my three-chapter series called "The Swim Team". If you have not read that series, this story will have no context. After writing "The Swim Team" I got a lot of requests for further adventures of Monica and Ryan, a love triangle with Simone, more sex, more revelations about nudism, including an experience with Monic...
I was panting pretty hard, just waiting for the orgasm to hit. The bullet was pressed hard against my clit, and I was watching a hard bodied man with a very big dick pound a nubile young blond on the screen. This usually didn't take too long, but it was starting to take long enough to frustrate me. I pushed the bullet in a bit harder and leaned my head back,...
I'm on a roll! Now that I have renewed passion in this story, I can't stop writing! Hope you guys enjoy the fifth installment of this story. Thank you again to FieroGT1988 for your invaluable assistance. I can always count on you to be completely honest with me to help me create the best possible story. As always, feedback is appreciated, good or bad. Enjo...
2003: L. D. Jansen stood on the steps of her apartment house, hands thrust into pockets as she watched the departing taxi glide down the block and turn the corner. She turned abruptly and strode purposefully into the building. Her concentration was such that she did not hear Dodge, the doorman as he bid her a good evening. Jon Dodge found the enigmatic wom...
"Hmm. Maybe I should call Freddy?" "He's not a manservant!" Mark replies, exasperated. "Yeah, go on." The stress of where they're going has Mark's hand tremor playing up. It only gets worse when he tries to force his fingers to do his bidding. Jenni's no help. She's tried but is only smothering him. "Hi, Freddy. Can you come up here, please? We need your...
Dedicated to all those who enjoy a little soapy fun... *** Mark sat at his desk by an open window. The warm summer breeze drifted through as if attempting to lure him away from any intellectual pursuits. A series of books and one empty page of a notebook lay sprawled out before him. He tapped his pen against the blank white page, but the drumming of his wr...
The seven weeks I spent in jail should have been a full year, but I was placed, under court order, in a special program for "violent and criminal women" for the last 10 months of my sentence. And so I moved into the Shelly P. Horton Memorial Rehabilitation Home. It basically was a halfway house- a communal living situation with 8 or 9 other women. Not only...
Kara laughed as the man with her finished the longwinded joke. "I can’t believe you said that," she chuckled He smiled and took a sip of his drink before placing it back on the table. Kara was an attractive twenty-two year old artist from the eastern side of town. She frequently came to this particular club, mostly for the atmosphere, and the abundance of m...
On November 27, 2002, a Metro-North commuter train left New Haven, Connecticut, at 5:58 a.m., bound for Grand Central Terminal. Its scheduled arrival in New York was 7:39 a.m. This is what happened that morning. ----------------- Karen Rizzini DiFalcone, a marketing administrator for an insurance broker on West 57th Street, boarded the train at the second...
Jaysin's disappearance very soon stretched well into the month of July, past the fourth, on into the middle, and hottest part, of the month, and I had moved well on and forgotten that he'd even been around. Or tried to tell myself I had, anyway. The times I was on campus with my friends went well enough, I saw a lot of people who were emerging freshmen I rem...