Ayasha had called day and night obsessively and Storm knew he couldn't avoid her much longer. It was over two weeks since he left Salina in that hotel room. Over two weeks of him sleeping only from sheer exhaustion, either from working out, riding until every cell in his body hurt or working until his eyes burnt. He had not spoken to any of his friends and w...
Though she would never had admitted it to anyone, Laura knew that she was probably not the smartest or prettiest girl in the Franklin Roosevelt High school. Close, sure, definitely top 10, but not the top. The title of smartest girl may well have gone to the girl in the back seat though, Emily Ratner, and that was what tonight was all about, her big juicy...
It was a terrible week at work. The markets had taken their toll, so my colleagues and I went out for a few after-work drinks to commiserate over our losses. Four rounds later, Dave picked up the phone and made a call. After a brief conversation, he tossed a few bills on the table. “Going home?” asked Jim. “Making a little detour first,” replied Dave. “I n...
After that first unforgettable night, Lola and I quickly became serious. She decided that she would abandon her life as "Tim" and live the rest of her life as Lola. This was fine by me! It turned out she had already begun hormone therapy to soften her appearance. The hormones had made her ass and thighs fuller. It had also slightly increased her breast mas...
Chapter 1 It all started when my husband Rob decided it was time to get a real Internet connection. The dial-up we used to have had been making him crazy, the sound of bits and bytes whirring inside the cable, but all that was whirring was our money, sucked up by an internet-connection giving us the speed of a snail on tranquilizers. So we opted for DSL....
It was called "The French Cafe" which would normally be the kind of place I would avoid but one of my co workers got me hooked on the french vanilla mocha latte. I now went there every Sunday like clockwork placing my order before sitting at my favorite table near the back. I would read my Sunday paper and watch the happenings in the small town I called my h...
An old story I wrote a year or two back, which is actually alright. Thought I'd see if you like it! Enjoy! ***** She had been caught completely unawares as she stepped into the bathroom in her pyjamas. She has just finished ha late shower and was almost ready for bed - her toothbrush was sticking out of her mouth. She had just stepped back into the bathr...
"That was intense," I heard her say the moment I woke up. She lay on my chest with her head still resting in the cradle of my shoulder, her hand over my heart. "It was amazing," I agreed, slowly wrapping my arms around her, holding her in a sleepy embrace. We were silent for a while longer, cherishing the moment we shared in each others arms. Her breathin...
In memory of Tura Satana (1938 – 2011) star of Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! It has been two years since Tsovinar had lost her husband to a Kurdish raiding party and the day her lover was murdered she found herself kneeling on the earthen floor of her hut, a harvest of apricots around her knees, Hayk's cock throbbing in her hands. The eighteen year old la...
This is the first chapter in a short series. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive feedback is very welcome. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2012. I dumped the bag of shopping on the passenger seat and slammed shut the door of my old van. Leaving the tiny village store behind me I set off into the howling gale and pouring rain, the decrepit wipers barely...