I found Amanda in the training room. Since it was pretty early in the morning, there was no one else there. Just Amanda, in shorts and a tank top, slamming her foot into the guts of a hanging punching bag like it owed her money. Her knee, then her heel, then her palm, then her knee again, all of it crashed home as she grunted and punched and punched and punc...
Spots. And dots. Dots and spots. Is there a difference? I'm not sure, but there are a number of them currently obscuring my vision. Black ones and white ones. Not that it makes any sense, since the background is black. Some red. Now, that just spoiled the wonderful monotone atmosphere they had created for me, what a let down. Funny, I could swear these kinds...
Michelle was a hoot. I played a new game, from the beginning, concentrating on her - and her alone. The first night that we retreated to her room, I made sure to lock the door. Once she was certain that I was choosing her, Michelle became exceedingly ... daring. If we were watching a movie, her hand would inevitably find its way into my pants. Of course, I...
Thanks for reading my Halloween 2020 Contest entry. Please make sure to vote! NOTE: This story depicts what might have happened 5 years after the events of the Beetlejuice movie, though there are some non-sexual flashbacks to help the reader get some background from when Lydia was between 12 and 18 years old. All sexual situations in this story are between...
~ Through the Turnstile ~ It was hard to decide if the goose bumps were from the cold air or from mild trepidation. The chill was easy enough to explain: she had taken her shirt off, exposing her back. Trish had thoughtfully put a warm towel on the pad to cushion her breasts, but she was still cold. The apprehension was more complicated. She had asked Lesli...
I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ——————— The Suburban...
Welcome back, In this chapter, the pack mingles and we learn more about the key players. Logan faces a rival for Betty's affection, and Marcus recognizes his mate. Kerri learns of her heritage, and Ja'Mal talks about what happened at their old pack. I want to say thank you for taking time to read my stories. I hope you truly enjoy them. Happy reading. IR...
Mom was willing to take me out to see a junior hockey game. It was fun, fast-paced entertainment, and it didn't cost us a week's salary. - "I'm glad you suggested this." she said. - "Thanks for taking me." I thought about binge-watching a TV series, or even getting a jump on my reading, but my thoughts kept straying to the Apartment. My resolve faded e...
EVERYONE IN THIS AND ALL JAG STORIES ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER!! ***** Sarah, Harm and the rest of the staff were assembled in the conference room. General Cresswell entered, they all stood in attention and Harm yelled out; "Attention on Deck!" Cresswell replied; "As you were, everyone is here, good! I'd like to table our normal order of business. There h...
It was one hell of a hot day in Basrah. 'This sure as hell isn't what I signed up for' I thought to myself as I radioed in that all was calm and there was nothing out of the ordinary happening. Since I'd gotten out of basic and gone to Security Police School in Texas, that's all that seemed to be happening. I looked around and gripped my M4 carbine, felt the...