Lana dozed dreamily on her side in the early morning light. Through the veil of half sleep she felt Drews hardness probe between her legs. Unconsciously, her tight cunt had already begun to moisten at the attention being paid to her bald slit. Drews hands slipped over her side and began to gently tug on her nipples increasing the wetness between her legs an...
Beth strode between the lines of trucks, her heels clicking on the tarmac. She could feel the drivers' eyes following her as she walked along the line, smelling the hot engines and the burnt diesel. She was almost at the end of the line when she saw him, smiling wickedly as he watched her parade in front of the other drivers. He waved her over and she walked...
Dozing. That deliciously indescribable feeling that one gets when one groggily fights up from the depths of sleep, neurons struggling to fire awake the mind and command the body once more to move, muscle by muscle, out of the warm cocoon of the flannel sheets to fight on yet another day. That delicious moment when I momentarily shake the hanging cobwebs from...
If staring at a wall was an Olympic sport, Zoe would be a gold medalist. She lay in her new room, the former den of porcelain angels, and stared at the beige wall. It had been four hours since she slung her canvass duffle bag onto the foot of her new bed and proceeded to lay down, clutching Roger and fixating her eyes on nothing but the wall. The room was av...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purpose...
AS IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER THERE ARE NO SEX SCENES IN THIS CHAPTER, IF THAT’S YOUR BAG, PLEASE TRY ELSEWHERE * Events ground on slowly over the month. The divorce was going through the system, the contract was up and running and Jim had found a flat and moved in. He still saw Jenny at weekends but never saw Janice at all. He asked Jenny how her mother was...
Just so you know, UK English is the rule: if the spellings Mum, arse or colour annoy you, don't go any further, for the rest of you enjoy. ***** The car had circled the block two or three times before it stopped. She had noticed the same car slowing everytime it passed over the last week or so. She huddled down in her cardboard container, listening to the...
"Hello," Miss K said as she answered the phone. "Where are ya? You're gonna be here in 5? Alright. You got the address for IHOP, right? OK, See ya in a bit. Bye." "So is this girlfriend of yours on her way?" Jennifer chimed in. "I mean if she doesn't exist, this is Vegas after all." Miss K laughed just as she was about to pick up her menu, pounding the tab...
From the Author: This is my first experience working with an editor. I am now a firm believer. Short version: if you think you are pretty literate and know what you're doing, you are a prime candidate for editorial help. BluMoonChild, a fan of my first stories, generously offered her editorial talent after reading my first efforts. I owe her a debt of gratit...
Warning this story contains scat, watersports, incest and much more. Also, it is a spin off from Alyssa's Confession the trilogy. Reading it is not necessary but it's there if you want to dive in deeper. Enjoy! ***** It was Detective Hardy's first day back on the job, after shooting an unarmed black teenager. He Tippy-toed through the crowded FBI office, h...