My first story, Olivia's Revenge, needed a sequel. People pointed out rightly, that the revenge hadn't happened yet by the end. And I think the characters had other parts of their story that needed to be told. This is the sequel (some of the details are based on an old conversation with an old friend when I first had this fantasy so they aren't easy to expla...
I've driven up from the airport in New York and arrive at five that afternoon. You don't know that I'm coming. I find a way into your house. From our conversations on Messenger I know you're at work. I have a few things with me and quickly find your room. I prepare it and myself and look for a place to conceal myself. Shortly after six I hear a car downstair...
I lived in St. Louis in the late 80s and early 90s. Across the Mississippi River in Illinois is where all the strip joints and hot tub places are, and most of the girls who worked over there were students or had "regular" jobs and were just picking up extra dough. So they were virtually all young and very good-looking—hardly a skank in the bunch. Most of the...
I cuddled into Alan on the sofa that evening. He had made me go topless as soon as we got home. He spent some time tormenting my big tits like he loves to do. "Are you worried about your mum?" "She'll be OK. Barry will look after her," I said pulling down his zip. I caressed his cock in my hand. He did his usual trick of pretending not to be interested, e...
"Shit what are you doing?" I snapped. He was forcing my shoe back onto my spunk covered foot. I cringed as I felt the wetness now trapped between nylon and leather. "Get my video," I grizzled. He grabbed hold of my hair twisting it until I was bent double. "Lets get something straight sweetheart, I haven't finished with you yet," he spat. "What!" I scre...
I awoke with an itch on my nose, but when I moved to scratch it, I was bound. I tried again, moaning out, because suddenly I felt an ache in my chest. Panic. I suddenly remembered the sense of dread I had in going for the soda machine. While I was there fighting with the dollar changer, there was a car that pulled up behind me. I glanced to see a man in a wh...
The Autumn breeze was cool and crisp as Dixon Abernathy jogged along the road that led back to his house. His sweatshirt was keeping the chill off, but wouldn't be very effective for much longer. At 28, he was more fit than he thought he'd be, mainly because he was an exercise junkie. He didn't eat particularly healthy, but the love of running took care of m...
Brenda and I had married young, while in college, and our lives had moved quickly after that. Both of us were moving up in our careers, especially Brenda. She seemed driven to excel. Her assent up the corporate ladder was so quick and steady that I would have expected her to be fucking her way up the ladder except for two things. First, all her bosses and su...
© MiloXarts 2012 =================================== Dear Reader, thank you for following the story of Jenny! Thank you as well for all the comments I've got for this and all the previous parts! And last but not least, many thanks to WarEagle for editing and proofreading of this story! =================================== PROLOGUE My name is Jenny, I am...
The natural born brat asked for it. Nike was running down the corridor propelled by her muscular legs. She had on her tennis whites, sneakers and short socks, and her racket in a sports bag. She stopped by her locker and grabbed a fur paddle that was waiting for her. Tennis was good. She won and now she was on her way for the real reward and the one who w...