Lauren's domineering mother had made an appointment for her at the Treatment Center to have her bath and hair washed. She just turned 18 years old, and her mother wanted her to get good and clean. She was told to be there at 3:30 p.m. Lauren was built tall, thin, 5'6", long legs and narrow in the hips. Her buttocks were tight and small as they sat perched on...
As Tina struggled to resist what for her was a fairly irresistible urge, to strip off the last bit of her clothing in a very inappropriate setting, it seemed to her that even if she did give in it wasn't entirely her fault; the whacked-out heating and cooling system in her office building was at least partly to blame... Looking back on how she had come to t...
A waif-like vision materialized out of the darkness. Her brief gossamer dress would not usually have been considered appropriate burial attire; it left little to the imagination. It may have been fine for partying with Paris Hilton or Britney Spears, but not for a formal funeral, at least not here in the south. "She's here!" I exclaimed, waking my wife. "...
We are at your house and have the place to ourselves. It's hot and we've been out most of the day. As we enter the house you tell me to watch some TV while you take a shower. I ask you to sit for a minute and you do. I take your hands in mine look into your eyes and begin to go into this long explanation of the crisis in our environment and how water is a re...
**Authors Note** This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real world events or people is purely coincidence. ***** "Oh fuck not again!" Kristy rolled out of bed and tried to get to the bathroom. She got to her feet but only managed 1 step before collapsing on the floor. She remembered her bucket and quickly pulled it to her and threw up. She took sev...
I haven't written a Mrs. Wentworth story in a long time. I think about her a lot and this is my favorite series. I've started stories before but not finished. And a few times I thought about writing an end to their story but I'm not ready for it to be over. I hope you like a new one. ----- In the morning, I came downstairs for breakfast. I was in Mrs. Went...
Finally some time alone... As I prepared the water for the bag full I used what was left over from my previous filling. It was about 2 quarts mixed with Johnson’s baby shampoo and 2 tablespoons of baking soda. I mixed in some hot water and tested its temperature bit too hot so I cooled it down with more cool water. The pitcher used was a gallon. Almost to th...
Art, part two. Ch. 06 Art finds out about Dr. Heidi's land of the dolls. Heidi's place was an up-scale neighborhood of narrow brick row houses or townhouses. They shared common walls and looked like they were four or five stories high. The first level was a garage and a front entrance that must have led directly upstairs. Heidi pulled her Mini-Cooper into...
Waking before you with the sun just peeking over the edge of the window to bathe your sleeping form in the early morning light, I gaze down at you as you lie there peacefully. Thinking back to the previous evening and the way you gave yourself over completely to my every command causes a smile of remembrance and appreciation to light my features. Your body s...
One Saturday morning, Barbara and I went to the local Mall to do a little shopping. This is about a once a month event. We normally split up when we get there and go our separate ways for a while. We always decide to meet at a particular place and time (I usually opt for Friendlys' or the Coffee and pastry shop). Today was no different; we were to meet at th...