This story is total fantasy and there is no underage involvement or cruelty. ***** That night I told my husband everything about my confession to Mrs Miller and what I would be allowed to do without committing any serious sins. I also told him about the suggestion that it would probably be acceptable for me to wear very small panties and have accidents wit...
The senior class of West Ridge high filed in as the last bell rang. Mrs. Miller was writing on the board and was oblivious to the stares of the teen-aged boys as they walked past. Her skintight jeans left little to the imagination. David was especially struck. He had a hard time concentrating in Biology these days. Mrs. Miller was always on his mind. He hear...
Linda slipped into her robe and went to answer it. As Linda left, Carol got up and moved to sit on the sofa. She picked up her wine off of the coffee table, sat back, crossed her legs and started sipping her wine. Linda followed Miller into the room where he stopped just inside the doorway. He glanced at me, mumbled a "hi." and stared at Carol saying, "Hi,...
I've been babysitting for The Millers for two years, since I was sixteen. Mrs. Miller posted an ad on craigslist looking for someone to watch their one year old for a few hours on Saturday afternoons, so that they could each do things with their friends. It was an ideal side job for me, since I already worked at a ballet studio three days a week as a class h...
*Author's note: Two quick things. I write mostly May-December romance stories in the 'mature' category. Readers often tell me via email they appreciate my well-developed characters. One recently said, "I'm so tired of the typical stories here that go like this: 'Hey, there's a pizza. Wanna fuck?" That's not me. I don't do three-pages stories. Outside of hook...
Tammy Miller, 50, had been divorced for 11 years and was a single mom raising her son, Zack, who was 17 and about to graduate high school. She was a large, plus-size lady with light brown curly hair, five feet tall and about 250, with proportionately big, heavy, and pendulous 46E breasts that were her most noticeable physical feature and of which she had alw...
When Jeannette Miller got the diagnosis, she knew two things. One, she needed a nanny for their young son, because, Two, the diagnosis was terminal. Also, she feared, time was short. Her husband James was several years older and successful, which allowed her plenty of time to play golf and tennis at their local country club. But she spent most of her time t...
Nurses in the military learn the power of American cock Thanks to armywife, mt1rosie, and tampabayed * A US Army sniper sat in a Humvee stopped on a routine patrol near Baghdad, watching an intersection in a quiet area while the rest of the unit checked surrounding streets. "Hey, Bob, check it out! At your 2 o'clock." Gianetti, the sniper's spotter, stood...
ONE Josh Miller and I became buddies in the 5th grade. Being, at that time, one of the bigger kids in class he was not above bullying those he thought he could push around. I know I suprised him when, after he had stomped on my lunch thus splattering the creme filling of my Twinkies in a lovely starburst pattern across the cafeteria floor, I bloodied his no...
Every town needs a super-hero. Unfortunately the town of Sticksville had to make do with Alan Miller, a.k.a. Christian Crusader. It wasn't that Christian Crusader was a bad super-hero. He had all the requisite hero traits. He was strong; he was brave; he was athletic; he could fly. He was also blessed with the kind of fantastic good looks that made all the l...