John walked into the night club, observing the press of bodies together. The music pounded out its dance beat, bare skin was beaded with sweat as the bodies pressed together on the dance floor. The heat was oppressive and yet energizing as the dancing, swaging, writhing bodies overrode the air conditioning. The sheep were advertising to the wolves, for John...
This story is, in a sense, a continuation of my "The Performance" series. I have retained the same characters. However, I felt that the onstage theme needed a rest. I think that this story can stand on its own, but you are welcome to read "The Performance" stories for background. This story draws on some real experiences but is a work of fiction. Any resem...
Chapter 1 Many people will have seen the following on TV a few times and wondered. When going on stage to accept a top music, film or literary award, the overwhelmed female recipient would thank her coach, banker, favourite cabbie, mom, producer, agent and anyone else she can squeeze out of her mind. Then as she turns away from the microphone, she'll grab...
Joey Watson didn't quite know what to make of Emma O'Neill's huge farm. He was still feeling a bit jet-lagged from the flight; he missed the noise of New York and found this place way too quiet. He wished Emma had lived in Brisbane or Melbourne, not Parkes; what did this town have, he thought, besides a bunch of sheep and the satellite that showed the moon l...
"My nipples are poking out of my t-shirt," Peyton typed. "Mmmmmmmm," was the reply from ‘bratgirl23', Peyton's chat buddy. "What's causing that?" "Just sitting here at the puter, watching the sun come up. I couldn't sleep." "Why not?" bratgirl23 typed in reply. "I couldn't stop thinking about my boss." "A real hottie, is he?" "No. Just the opposite. He...
TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE. ---------- Todd woke up just as someone was roughly shoving him out of bed. He landed on the floor with a thud and looked down at his babydoll nightie and matching bikini panties. He slowly stood up rubbing his eyes. On the other side of the bed Chris had received the same stern treatment and was absentmindedl...
I grab the cat woman's grey tail. Kneeling on her bed, balls deep in her noble cunt. Divya's pleasured purrs turn to yowls of pain and lust as I squeeze and yank her tail. "Yes! Harder!" She orders throwing her head back. Her black hair tosses around wildly. I slap her velvet ass hard with my free hand. Thrusting deep in her warm, wet hole. Across the...
I was on the run, legging it, on the toe, whatever way you looked at it I was running for my life. I wasn't fleeing a crime scene, I haven't killed anyone or robbed their bank, I was running from a woman. Mignone was her name and I met her at a party that now I wished that I hadn't gone to, and with each kilometre I put between myself and her I regretted the...
Vera Starikovich grew up in Crystal Springs, Mississippi, a small town just south of the state capital of Jackson. In July, in the year when she was still 13 years old, she realized that she was pregnant. Although very young and perhaps naive she nevertheless was savvy enough to ascertain her condition by herself. Because she had missed two periods, aware of...
(Set in New Zealand) Chapter 1 Dee Dee (her real first name) Ascot-Jones faces a big problem. Well, don't we all, several times a day in fact, especially if we handle a high-powered job or dysfunctional teenagers? But no. Dee Dee's problem is a matter of the heart. And no, she's not afflicted by an under-performing valve or a faulty blood supply. She's in...