Chapter 13 Settling In and Getting Involved Ian: I saw a notice in the sports page of the paper about a wheelchair basketball tournament. It reminded me of how much I enjoyed watching Bernie's team compete in their tournaments. I wanted to attend and see if I still had an interest in the sport, so I made a note of the time and location. "Deb, there's a...
The lotion had already been absorbed into the angry stripes still covering his skin, but her hand continued its caress. She wasn't done touching him. She wasn't done feeling the heat of his body in the palm of her hand, or watching the steady rise and fall of his back. She brought her head down, resting her cheek against his spine as she had done the first...
Kalan let out a soft growl as Mia's hand cupped his hardening dick and stroked him through the front of his boxers. "Yea?" she asked, "You like hearing about me covered with another girl's cum?" Kalan practically pounced on her, knocking her onto her back and kissing her deeply. Mia half-laugh, half-moaned into his full lips as they pressed into her. She b...
Later once everybody had food, and was eating, I left the grill and went upstairs to the bedroom. I was splashing water on my face, when Zanora tapped on the bathroom door. "Mr. Thomas, we want to thank you for having us over," she said pulling her top down far enough to show me her hard nipples. "Are you crazy coming up here like this?" "Don't worry, the...
Jan and Margrethe called for them at about eight that evening, and together they strolled across to the restaurant. Anne had dressed for dinner, just as she would have done back in her old life, although she giggled when she thought about the shocked looks she would probably have got from her neighbours if she had turned up at their homes looking the way she...
Ever since that evening, just after she had finished one of her “Full Monty” stripograms, that this bloke had given her a card with a contact on if she ever fancied doing some video work in Holland, I had seen her “toying” with it as she took bookings on the phone, or was doing some paper work. This evening as she was taking a booking to do a act in the loca...
("A Boy Named Samantha" is yet another true episode in the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance.") I'm sure everyone who has attended a high school reunion has been shocked for one reason or another. Some people change dramatically and lives take directions no one ever would have predicted. My fi...
She called his number. It had been almost a year since he'd given it to her; he an attractive stranger at a party who didn't know who she was, or he probably wouldn't have pursued her in the first place. It wasn't often that Anna left her insulated world of feminism and women's groups. She had been invited by a distant friend from the S/M scene to a party an...
Late on Thursday night, Camilla was on her way home from Club Ritz all disappointed and annoyed; no matter how hard she tried to use Nigrovum to get Father Josiah to come over to the strip joint and then fuck her at the hotel, he resisted. She'd visualized the rose floating over to his heart, and he used the same psychic power to send it back to her. She psy...
The drizzle was slowly but surely soaking her and making navigating a bicycle over the "kinderkopjes", the granites cobble stones like round children's skulls, of the small streets of the old Dutch university town, a dangerous affair. One too rash move would have her sliding. Nevertheless, Maartje almost willed her bicycle forward and peddled as fast as she...