The girl, now in her first year of college, was excited about trying out for her school's winter volleyball team for girls. A last minute verbal exchange with her strict fifty- year old mother was now leaving the day and time of her physical in question. "Last year your brother attended grandma's birthday party" her mother began, "and you agreed with me t...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone, and welcome back to the 5th chapter in the morphing drug saga! This time, we'll be looking into the "Red Drug" mentioned in the last story. Now... onto the bad news. My life has been very busy as of late, and will probably continue to be for a long time. Not only that, but as passionate as I am about these stories... well, if...
My name is Laurie and I am a professional wife that travels a lot for business... I enjoy reading erotica when alone in hotel rooms but sometimes we just get lucky. So here are some of my stories to turn you on... I was thinking to myself, "Here I was at the airport waiting again. It was winter in Vegas and my flight to Chicago was canceled again due to a s...
It's been, ahem, 13 years since Chapter 6. I hope you think it was worth the wait. If you're just joining this story, you really should read at least the first chapter to understand what's going on. Scroll to the bottom of the page and click on my name to view earlier chapters. ***** My lust for Jasmine Pilcher was sated to the point I could barely stand....
"Shit, it's really come down now. We're snowed in for sure." I'm listening to my roommate moaning again about the snow storm that struck last night that is expected to last for at least two more days. "Hey Cory, relax man. As long as we can get to the student union we won't starve." He turned to look at me with obvious disgust on his face. "It's not food...
Adrienne was gently pulled from the depths of unconsciousness by the warm wet sensation of something licking her forehead. Opening her eyes in alarm, she saw that it was Lucas who was not, in point of fact, licking her, but gently dabbing at her temple with a wet cloth that he periodically dipped into a bowl of warm water. She could smell witch hazel and the...
"I really have to go to the toilet," said Anna to the driver of their coach. "How far is it to the village?" "Well with these snowed over roads in rural Transylvania and the hills we have to cross I assume at least 20 minutes. The road here scares me. Potholes, bends and a lot of snow. Can you hold it that long?" "Ah driver, our tourguide is the only one u...
(Read chapters 1-3 or you'll be a little lost here) The snow had finally abated and the sun shone brightly and blinded me as I stepped outside Jasmine's front door. There was no way I could go anywhere. The roads were thick with snow and there was no sign of a snowplow. I found a snow shovel and started digging my way toward the white box that was probably...
The snowstorm was expected to be a doozy so I drove down to the settlement to pick up some things from the food market and get a full tank of gas. I was using the pickup and Sweetie, my Brittany Spaniel, was sitting on the seat beside me on her blanket. She was already wet with snow. My plan was to drive back to the house but already I knew I would have to p...
"There are lots of black folks in Brazil, Miss Kensington, in fact, people of color actually outnumber Caucasians in my homeland," Marcelao Romano said evenly, maintaining his composure as he locked eyes with Stacey Kensington, professor of African Studies at Carleton University. The blonde, steely-eyed professor flashed him the placating smile that white fo...