Crystal stood in front of the large antique cupboard standing in her bedroom, wondering what to wear. The morning sunlight glowing on the firm spheres of her firm buttocks. She leaned an elbow against the cupboards solid frame; her hand nested in the wild auburn her that cascaded onto her shoulders like a mountain stream. A smile flickered across her full re...
INTRODUCTION — All people in this story are over the age of 18 and all sex is described as it happened unless I've forgotten something. I can remember most of the sex but there were a few times I was too drunk to be sure. Oh yeah, there is a lot of dialectic slang thrown in here in so please don't ask me if I was born in China or if I am a native speaker. Ok...
Dressed in my mermaid style black chiffon knee length dress, I was out on the wide open floor with my boyfriend of three months, dancing to all our favorite songs. I didn't care that a few strands my expensive, tight up-do blonde hair were starting to fall. I didn't care that my professionally applied makeup was starting to shine from sweating. I didn't care...
The music, pounding through my body, was like a deep massage, and dancing was sweet relief after the day I'd had. It'd started stressfully and my feelings of tension had grown exponentially all day. At the crest of this avalanche of small troubles crashing in on me was my ex-wife, who was on my case about missing a payment for my son's piano lessons, which I...
Mobile, Alabama, 4:30 pm "Great presentation, Douglas. I think the City board loved our...your designs." smiled Doug's boss "Sidney Armstrong" co-owner of "Armstrong & Wyatt, Builder's" an Architectural firm that supplied it's own Construction crews to Greater Alabama. Walking down the hall of the County Courthouse in Mobile they could only share in thei...
The story might seem slow to build up, but hopefully the reader will be satisfied by the end. Please note that it shifts back and forward between times. ***** It's a windy day in June, 1956. The clouds chase across the sky as a woman walks among the rows of crosses in the American war cemetery in Colleville-sur-Mer, Normandy. Next to her is a boy, about el...
The last chapter. Thank you to Estragon for his editing and making this story a much better read. Chapter 5 When I got home after visiting with Darcy and Shauna I couldn't help thinking about them. I now know what Jeff felt like. When you see and talk to women like them our brain turns to mush and all you can think about is sex. My wife walked in the room...
The urgent sound of the hooter reverberated through the open window as Yvonne's tongue and lips worked slavishly on my cock. "The taxi's here," I clarified in hoarse tones, catching the look as my fiancée glanced up momentarily. It was a look that said: you're not going anywhere in a hurry – and she was right of course. Steadying myself on her head, strokin...
Chapter 1 The Drunken Cat March 8, 1966 "Lock and load." In ritual often practiced and easily remembered, Green Beret Staff Sergeant Arturo Hernandez, taps the cartridge clip on his helmet twice, slams it home into the magazine's chamber of his AR-15, and sets his weapon on full automatic. Special Forces SEAL Petty Officer First Class, Patrick Francis...
Diana the Anthro-Siamese wandered happily through the park. She'd seen a star come down just behind some trees and she was eager to bring it home with her. She scrambled over some trees that had fallen in the landing. She was puzzled, that sure didn't looking like a star to her. It was almond shaped and metallic. She crawled forward and nervously pawed it. H...